The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
When’s it gonna come out
that I spawned 9/11?
When My Hair’s grown out
or when I open My Big Mouth
& tell The World
I lied?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
Nothing tragic will happen
to Me
I am not made of that stuff
I am tough
& love The World too much
to suffer any further loss
or strife
My Mind is safe
from shifting tides
& I reside
in a perfect house
looking out
to sea
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
When I woke this morning
the sky was reddish gold
purple cloud over the sun now
but I have the trash out
& the coffee steeps
Last night I told My Hair to grow
while I sleep
& It has
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:42pm
Oh Hair Grow
when I inhale the fur
of My Big Black Astro
Oh Hair when I cut You off
22 years ago
how could I have known
I would have the love for You
that I do now?
You would be My Greatest Comfort —
I will gleefully brush You
braid You, pin You decoratively
care for You with balsamic solutions —
every follicle I own on My Head
please be rejuvenated and never
turn back to the darkness
of severity of Truth —
I want to live My Dream
& My Dream is You flying,
whipping Your Golden Fabrication
around My Shoulders
protecting Me as a mantel
of Hope & Love
for This World
of Happiness
We need so badly
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:39am
It is a still
good morning
on The Hawk
I will be on My Rowing Machine
before having a rudimentary blood test
& then to visit
My Mother-in-law
Who’s son, My First Husband
is off to Aruba
for a month
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:16pm
I will wear My Hair
in a braid at My Side
an appendage of strength
never to be pulled in jest
held in place by coloured bands
complimenting My Face
decorating My Self
for the admiration
of women as well
as men
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:42am
The Ocean is A Stage
with The Sun
Its Major Player
The Sky is The Backdrop
Changing at every scene
& The Waves at shore
The Footlights
on My Engaging View
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair
to Its Self Organizing Length
I have already thrown out
My Black Jesus Underwear
& am taking My Black & Fuchsia
to The Salvation Army
I am wearing pale lipstick
I am taking up knitting
& MAYBE baking cookies —
The Severe Mrs Blair
has been outgrown
into The Youth of Joanna Hyde
before Her Mother Died
& She is of a quiet demeanor
Who now yells “Bless You”*
when people sneeze!!!
* who now says “Big Bang Theory” when people sneeze
February 23rd, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:06pm
I see The Clarity
of The Day in My Soul
from My Kitchen Outpost Window
I see The Blue of The Ocean
weight no longer upon Me
now with the waves
spraying ashore
each splash exemplifying the freshness
of My Lightened
Heart
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:04am
From the wet snow of yesterday
I see a single white wire
a line of necklace grace
where usually the black
hovers unnoticed
Joanna Gilman Hyde 