Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: poetry

THE HAWK DECK IN JANUARY

The Hawk Deck 11:48am

My Brother had a Magic Pendant —

have I written of It before?

He asked It Yes or No

Questions

& told His Fortune

but We don’t have It now —

It was Our Mother’s —

heavy hand-wrought Silver

with A Bird on one side

 Rose on the other

I REMEMBER

The Hawk Kitchen 6:50pm

I remember those dirty-necked boys

— what they tried with me —

the one in 4th grade

who put dimes in my desk

until he confessed

& breathed his lips

across my neck —

the one on my father’s farm

who shifted in the bed

of an old pick up

to the left of me on an extracted truck seat

under a discarded printed comforter

I distinctly remember —

he tried nuzzling me:

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a hickey.”

“What? — I’m only eleven!”

STOP

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm

A Drop of Blood

looking like an old sun

stops You Dead In Your Tracks

even if It came from a bloody nose

You hurry to get a cloth

to wipe It up

as if in shame

SHIFT

The Hawk West Desk Window 1:22pm

This Morning when I rose from Bed

H’s Black Tablet Stopped Me

Dead in My Tracks

Stopped My Anxiety-making

pre-rising thoughts

of H’s upcoming operation

Stopped Me as I held The Black Screen in My Right Hand:

9:11

in white

WARRIOR

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:47pm

In My Royal Purple Velour Blazer

by Vince Cumoto, size 8

My Ultra Skinny Simon Chang

Black Denim Leggings, size 8

My College Made In Canada

Black Ankle Boots, size 8

With My Mother’s Island House Sale Present

to My Self:

My BIRK’S  Sterling Esty Swirl Bangle

On My Left Forearm

With My BIRK’S Gold Dagger in My Right Fist

I Will Defend My Silver Shower

To The Death

THE PALISADES PARKWAY

The 103 to Halifax, January 17th

In That Dark

Behind Red Tail Lights

I Was That Girl

In NYC Attire

Picked Up

from a car parking lot

driven into That Night by a silver haired executive

VP of CBS

I was His Girl Next Door

Who wrote fantasy letters to His Office

& begged to go to Japan —

off into That Silent Night I rode

sunk in His Passenger Seat

“I Got

Your Letter”

ESPERANZA

The Hawk Kitchen 1:22pm

When The Time XComes

We Will Meet

& Fall Together

On Our Sandy Hook

I AM YOUR BLACK SWAN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

I Am Your Black Swan

flying off a nostalgic rooftop

into fields of civility —

My Feathers Ruffle

at The Strife of Humanity’s

changeover

from Man’s World — Man’s God

into

Woman’s

COVER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm

I operate under cover:

Divine Grace follows Me

in & out of stores, banks, traffic jams

I elect Confluence Of Stars

To Save My Every Move

from disaster

ULTRAVISION

The Hawk Basement 11:22am

I have ULTRAVISION

standing in My Packed-up Basement

Packed-up for Library renovations

here I have The Computer

I named The Hulk

am I off track?

Oh!  ULTRAVISION is green!

Indian Ring Neck Parrot Green

glowing on the obsolete VCR