The Hawk Portico 5:30pm
My Ativan Prescription
is filled @ the pharmacy
but I’m trying to figure
whether to purl or knit
instead
of going to get It —
there was a time
a grey time
when I would have held
the bottle close
& seen My Self
indulging in several times
the recommended dose
just to conk out
from life
or death
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:22pm
I found A Fly, dead
but He was Bottle Blue
too beautiful to throw outside
but I had to
I could not have Him
on display
on My Kitchen Window Sill
with My Blue Bottle
Pouring Sculpture
for which I paid
$180.00
or could I?
The Hawk Library 2:05pm
A Sheath of Silver
above Her Head
She lays below
Her Hair
painted through Her Tresses
bare —
She holds Her Secret
to Her Chest
*painted by Sir Frederic Leighton 1895
The Hawk Portico 4:57pm
EYE will not be contained
by a cottage studio
where EYE write or paint
the fog tumbling in
like the meringue
EYE fold
into MEYE Bread Pudding
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
My Orange Macro-me knitting bag
has Mylar sparkles & a lining
the colour of Flaming June’s dress
My Knitting Stitch is the colour
of drying blood
60 stitches wide by 22* rows
I am creating
The Swath
of My Endometrium
–
*lie
The Hawk Deck 10:56am
I was going to write
a poem about knitting
on My Lap
with laundry on the line
but then I had to shower
& get dressed
in flaming orange
with plastic orange beads
galactic earrings
& My Heavy Crystal
Question Mark Ring
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:58pm
I am drawn
to the outpost window
by the song
of a bird I cannot
see
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:49pm
A Rose is like a Galaxy —
Its spiralling petals full
turning into A Nebula
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:58am
I am ready to go
in My Ripped Grey Capris
& sleeveless purple top
dressed in the colours
I couldn’t paint
on top of My Bathroom Door
— grey —
(We have no towel racks)
& purple draped over
the door handle
The Hawk West Desk Window 3:45pm
I’ve picked out My Signing Party Dress:
moonlight silk Armani
worn only once
for an anniversary in Halifax
I out-grew it but
have shed the weight
My Suit Dress is sculptural with Its bodice jacket
& mother-of-pearl buttons
I will wear Silver Sandals
one heel glued on from
October 26, 2013
when I partied to unconsciousness
& threw up in a munchie tray
belonging to the richest woman
I know
Joanna Gilman Hyde 