Our Curve
I can see The Curve
of Our Earth
carried over The Eastern Horizon
by My Layer of Cloud Bank
not parallel
but dipping
@ either end
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I can see The Curve
of Our Earth
carried over The Eastern Horizon
by My Layer of Cloud Bank
not parallel
but dipping
@ either end
I have lost My Pen —
The Timeless Onyx and Silver —
My Power, My Tool
Favoured, cared for
years upon years —
I saved every used cartridge —
both boxes worn through —
how can I transform the loss
the misplacement —
into gain?
In My Tidy House
The Word of God
lies stuck against the back
of My Broom Closet —
It, The Word, is in poster form
tucked away
for only Those Who
dare to clean
or to hang up an extra coat —
for My Closet
holds a rod
In My Favourite Restaurant
Eye overheard The Waiter
Talking to The Cook:
“How can You have time
for God and Your Wife?”
Eye called out from My Booth:
“What if God and Your Wife
are One and The Same?”
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
I
He used to say:
“I love Your Toes –”
and didn’t know why
so nobody knows
II
He once wrote:
“I love You to distraction –”
It came at a time
when I was a fraction
of My Former Self
at His Behest
when We were installed
as His Daughter’s Guests
III
Her voice rang clear
the morning We left:
“You don’t give a fuck
about your grandchildren — ”
and so goes My Quest
for compensation regarding My Past
twenty years of seclusion by Him —
He Who assured Me
He never would fail
to deliver support
if I fell off The Rail
which I did once or twice
(but not into His Arms)
though I stayed as His Wife
and buttered His Charms
IV
It’s over now —
I’m cutting My Loss
of One Child’s Silence
I am willing to toss
to remain in My Stead
I ask to be free
of The Bonds of This Marriage
strung on The Cross
The Hawk King Bed 7:50am
EYE am Back
in My Husband’s Bed
in the wee hours
as His Guest
& Maid
but not as His Personal Dresser
EYE may or may not Cook
for Him
but I will no longer argue
& I will Dance & Dance & Dance
to M(EYE) Heart’s Content
The Hawk Corner Room approx. 1:40pm
EYE have held
The Most Precious
of Life’s Juice
in M(EYE) Left Palm
& IT was The Colour
of Today’s First Snow
in Antioch Illinois
The Hawk Corner Room 1:50am
EYE salute The New Corners
of M(EYE) House —
From Eliza’s Bed I face The West
Head On
and span My Naked Wrists across
The Globe
with no lint, loose strings or cat hair
galaxies
allowed
Joanna Gilman Hyde 