This Is Not Poetic:
Maria’s Death was Accidental
No One was to Blame
Not Even God
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Maria’s Death was Accidental
No One was to Blame
Not Even God
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:38am
I didn’t want to get up
this morning
after standing prostrate
in the window cross
of the TV Room
for two hours
after My X Husband
hung up on Me
when I asked Him
about My Paintings
He had dumped
and while I stood there
with My Arms out-stretched
I saw A Speck
on the ceiling
and I revered It
as The Speck
of My Abortion
He forced Me to have
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:18pm
Tonight I spared The Life
of a 2nd Silver Fish —
The First One I squished
with My Sandal —
#2 was right against The Black Spiral
on My floor-laden painting
probably going after some glitter glue —
but He caught My Attention
at The Center of My Art
so I quietly observed His Behaviour
testing His Awareness of Me —
I put My index finger above Him
as if to squash
but He didn’t budge
so I let Him Be
The Hawk Living Room 5:10pm
EYE am wearing
My REAL Black Jesus Underpants
& EYE am writing with
a still-good Birks pen cartridge:
EYE have seen
the 3-Dimensionality
of M(EYE) obliterated abortion
heart
in the middle of M(EYE) Black Star
& EYE Still See It!!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:00pm
I grip My Glass
My Life Glass
pushing It hard against
My Ice Dispenser
filling It with frozen crescents
I carry My Frosted Glass
to the sink faucet
filling It with Water
I drink The Essence
of Life
&
Live
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
My Pickled Husband
has just ordered Me
a bulletproof vest
off the internet —
I can go anywhere
now
I am ready
& set
The Hawk Kitchen 10:42am
EYE AM
BACK TO M(EYE)
LIFE GLASS
where the water seems colder
&
EYE AM
HIGHER
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
I have retired
My Sacred “Life” Glass
into the Styrofoam packing case
housing the arrival
of My New Concept 2 Twenty Million Metre
ceramic coffee mug
from which I am about
to take
My First Drink:
EYE DID IT!
TWICE!
Joanna Gilman Hyde 