The Hawk West Desk Window 7:39pm
I Sit In A Potion
Of Sea Salt
& Floating Insects
Waiting To Breathe
[My Life Is On Stilts]
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 Kitchen Outpost 4:13pm
legions of mosquitoes
have swarmed into the broken webbing
of yesterday
catching themselves, in some cases
one upon the other
still alive
& how I wonder
can their scrambling efforts be
for each other?
The Hawk Kitchen, sometime in the afternoon
I am under The Spell
of creation I have blown
the breath of Life
into the blankness
of everything
and I am The Creator
of what has
always
been
The Hawk Living Room 7:30pm
I once wore Red Underwear
for My Whole Life
& It got Me Nowhere
except to where I am
on a tomato-coloured love seat
staring at My Abortion
Eliza’s Bathroom 1:38pm
I stand on a mat of Purple
in My Purple accented bath
looking down at My Purple toe nails
& Teal coloured pants
looking from above at My Station
as The 3rd Wife of a successful doctor
The Mother of 2.4 Children I love
fiercely
A Revolutionary of Vision
an artist of words
May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm
Women are bleeding
all over The Globe
having babies and abortions
I am so tired
I could sleep for a thousand years
& wake to A New Day
of Knowing
& wake to A New Long Day
The Hawk Kitchen 10:45am
My Life Vessel
has been shifted
to a safer place
a Place of Light
& Security
In The Center of My Window Sill
above My Kitchen Sink
where I can reach for It
with The Deepest Reverence
The Hawk Dining Room 9:06am
The Silver Glare
off The Sea
leaks into My Eyes
It makes Me thirsty
to watch It so
I’ll drink My Glass
marked “LIFE”
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I Am The Fury
The Black Heat Of Possession
Red-bladed
Against
The Purple Heart
Of My Third Child
Joanna Gilman Hyde 