The Hawk Deck 7:52am
The Silver from The Sea
makes Me wonder
did I really reach
My Bodily Limits
when I flooded the floor
in front of The TV —
have I gone too far
or is My Body Limitless
in its Quest
for DVD?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:11am
Standing firm in My Mrs Blair
grey sweat suit
from LL Bean
I order My Silver
watching The Shimmering Sea
and wearing no rings —
My Hands are naked
for the induction
of M(EYE) PROPHECY
May 9th, Eliza’s Room 9:16pm
My Jewellery Box
is My Star Chamber
all The Jewels are light
I wear Them to deck some parts of Me
abandoned from the sight
of symbolism and metaphor
surrounding My Gifts to Him
The One I dress My Self up for
with rings on every limb
The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:47am
How many galaxies
have I picked up
blown into corners
of My Universe —
how many have I created
wiping up cat hairs
off The Kitchen Ottoman
or The Thick Grey Bath Mat
turned inside My Toilet Bowl
and scrubbed hairless
with a wet cloth?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:50am
The Sunlight beams Its Silver
in on Me at My Window
of The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
where I wait for coffee water
to boil
and decide that today
is My First Suitable Day
for hanging out The Wash
The Hawk Queen Bed 2:45pm
Here I am on The Hawk Queen Bed
with Hunter, The Cats
and The Birds through the windows —
I can hear The Surf, distantly
and the fog has cleared
leaving rays of light
on My Wadded Up Bathrobe
set aside
The Hawk Queen Bed 2:22pm
Yesterday I made a loaf of bread
today I spent the day in bed
it matters not what song I sing
it’s with My Heart
the words I bring
I see My Self in a future far
away so long to reach a star
like Don Quixote
I’m sure to be
and down I’ll go
in History
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:30pm
Not so long ago
I breast fed You, My Babies
and now You’re out West
planting trees, sleeping in trailers —
please have no truck
with bears or coyotes
have fun making lots of money
and stay safe
My Little Dear Ones
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:50pm
When I was a strapping girl
in a swim suit
I pushed My Fearful Brother
off the bow of Our Mother’s Molly
and He yelled at me
from the splashing water —
“What’d ya do that
for Joanna!”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 