If I had been housed
in a glass dome
on the beach
Yes, I would have thrown stones
at My Captor —
I am now released, almost
in My Own Home
as congested as it is
with art on the walls
floor to ceiling
lining Me with protection
that I may reclaim
My True Self
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:55pm
DHW
You can’t get Me
by presenting health care professionals
dressed in black
dropping Me into The Black Abyss
of the blood-letting chair
making Me have to go to The Pristine Public Wash Room
where I heavily considered drawing Your Initials
on the wall above The Mirror —
and Outside!
Everywhere it seemed I heard
Your well-used “See Ya!”
You showed Me every arrangement
of Your Initials on license plates
but I knew I could get home
where I could take an Ativan
under My Direction
Joanna Gilman Hyde 