CONSUMPTION 2
The Hawk Kitchen 10:22am
SHARP SILVER-BLACK CROW
NIBBLES MY WHITE HEART NIGHTLY
STABS MY HEAD DAILY
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The Hawk Kitchen 10:22am
SHARP SILVER-BLACK CROW
NIBBLES MY WHITE HEART NIGHTLY
STABS MY HEAD DAILY
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:50pm
Ring In This New Year
with Me As Your Reason
for Schizophrenia
for I Am The Human Mind:
I take unlimited forms
no — I will not hack a head off
on a Greyhound Bus
no — I will not shove an unsuspecting commuter
onto a subway track
no — I will not mow down
a school yard
of kids
I have had My Head examined
for twenty years
yes — I take medication for sleep
who doesn’t?
yes — I have strange desires
seemingly unfulfilled
who hasn’t?
But I Am Here Hear People
I Am Alive
Are You Ready & Willing
To Shoulder
My Outrage?
The Hawk Kitchen 4:55pm
I Have Thrown The Heart Of Humanity
Out To The Crow
Of My Desire
He’s Not Black But Silver
He Has Swooped Down
Into My Heart
To Eat The Remains
Of Me
The Hawk Kitchen 4:30pm
Born Twenty-five Years Ago
in a rinky-dink hospital
in a fishing town
My Sweet Child is a grown man
& I Love Him So
out with His Camera
in a Montreal Blizzard
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm
This afternoon I fixed
a whole turkey dinner, properly timed
for the first time in My Life
I felt like the satisfied college girl
who successfully cooks dinner
For Her First Boyfriend
The West Desk Window 9:44pm
I STEPPED ON MOON GLOW
IN MY NIGHT-TIME LIVING ROOM
LOOKED UP: BLUE HALO
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I want to draw out
Humanity’s Heart
Feed It to The Black Crows
Hungry
flying against the wind
outside My Kitchen Glass Doors
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I want to sit underneath My Tree
My Scraggly Apple
out in My Pro-life Underwear
in snow flurries
Come Inside
to know the warmth
of My Living Room
with Eliza’s Long-stemmed Coral Roses
clipped & vased
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage 11:15am
WHY IS DEBT CEILING
SNAPPY TERMINOLOGY
FOR THEIR FISCAL CLIFF?
co-written by W Hunter Blair
The Hawk Kitchen 10:06pm
I am being called upon
to look at The Sky
The Wallowing Clouds
with few breaks of Light
And Now, as I look up from My Writing —
another passage of sleety snow
This Is My World
I Drink My Second Coffee
Beside The First Snow
Joanna Gilman Hyde 