The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:54pm
I have fallen into
the role of Doctor’s Wife
however unnaturally —
it’s taken sixteen years
since I first became attracted
to Dr Blair
The Sexiest Man In My Book
in His Office Clothes
I now lay out
along with His Oatmeal
and raisins —
lunch @ 1:00
supper @ 6:00
I wait for His Parcels
in the afternoon
and take pop to His Secretary —
She appreciates Me so
The Hawk Laundry Room 9:35am
There’s a circular label permanently stuck
to the lid of My Washing Machine
It has multiple radiating lines
to attract attention
It blasts “IMPORTANT!”
(like My Halo)
but all It says is:
“Please return your Product Registration Card
within 10 days”
The Hawk Window Seat 8:46am
I’ve picked out
My Husband’s Wednesday attire —
Dockers M made in Vietnam
pin-striped shirt
charcoal grey wool trousers
LL Bean size 34″ by 29″
He’s in the tub
& I’m in Eliza’s black negligee
ready to wash Dr Blair’s
magnificent hair
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:18pm
Thousands of Women in Sri Lanka
sew My Husband’s shirts
& fasten countless buttons
for Me to undo
one by one
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:24pm
My Halo has Me Speak
My Oracle — where I pronounce
I Am The 2nd Coming
of
What?
The 2nd Coming
of
Twat
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:50pm
It started in The Shower
last fall
against the white
bathroom stall
& then I started seeing
It against the white
dishwasher in My Kitchen
I even carried It
into Sobey’s
one night while Hunter
waited in the car
I saw It again last night
& watched It circle My Head
in The Mirror of My All
The Hawk Kitchen 3:20pm
a puddle of smouldering rust
resides in the base
of My Lamp’s Crystal Ball
— did I tell You I cleaned It?
two days ago I held the stem of The Lamp sideways
under a running tap
and lathered the dusty cut glass
with a toothbrush
and rinsed It and so soaked It
enough to have the fake brass flanges leak
whereby My New Crystal Ball fogged up
at the top when righted
water collected on the bottom
with no apparent outlet
and sits there turning brown
like an accidental terrarium
The Hawk Kitchen 9:38am
I have My Kitchen Witch —
It’s a hand-carved, hand-painted Blue Jay
fat, sitting by My Sink Window
looking out
watching over Me
while I make
egg plant parmesan
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:39pm
I’m seeing The Universe again
this time on the behind
of My Navy Blue Long Johns
static-y with cat hair
globules of fuzz, lint
& God knows what all
The Hawk Kitchen 2:10pm
I stood in The Portal
of My House
waving good-bye
to My Husband after
lunch —
I stood
as A Woman
not just of The House
but of The World
Joanna Gilman Hyde 