9/11
The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm
ICONIC POWER:
WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL
COLLIDES WITH ISLAM
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The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm
ICONIC POWER:
WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL
COLLIDES WITH ISLAM
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
This First New Year’s Eve
for My “of age” Daughter
saw Her donning black stockings
in the back of My Ford Fusion
& tripping out to Her Fete (circumflex)
in Italian pressed leather heels
from Her Mother’s 1984
The Hawk Kitchen 5:34pm
I’ve spilled a galactic cluster
of flour
against My darkened kitchen floor:
too precious an accident
to sweep up
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:34pm
Everyone was once A Molten Star
far away from Everything, but part
of A Churning Galaxy with Its Own Identity
A Uniqueness cast into Our Humanness
and when We Die, We Return
to The Eternal Cycle
and burn
The Hawk Living Room 7:30pm
Eliza’s Roses this week
will not end up the dried out buds
of every previous batch
This Week They have unfurled —
One even revealing Its Perfect Whirl
within The Orange Nautilus
of My Mind
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:37pm
God is sitting above
a sky-black plate
eating Her bagel sandwich
dropping an array of crumbs
on the outcropping
of The Cosmos
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:03am
I’ll never tire
of picking up Galaxies
of dust & cat hair
inside My House
My Right Hand is The Perfect Tool
& The Waste Basket
The Perfect Receptacle
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11am
My God is not The God
of honey & sunshine
butterflies & beetles —
My God is The God
of 9/11
Hard-hitting & Hard-core
The God of The Dark
through Which railing against
We find Our Heart-felt
Heart-beating Meaning
of Life
The Hawk Family Room 9:11am
I am seeing ahead of My Self
to The Time Of Linkage
between The Black Crow
hanging in My Living Room
floating on My TV Screen
veiled over by The Shroud
of My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting
titled Self Organizing Galaxy
The Hawk Kitchen 12:24pm
I just spewed out An Arm
of The Milky Way
across My Marble-ized Kitchen Floor
when I stood at The Fridge
& violently shook The Parmesan Jar
in the only way I knew how
to break up A Ball of Cheese
not knowing The Flip Cap was loose
Joanna Gilman Hyde 