The Hawk Dining Room 6:57am
I got up to let out
a cat
& saw My Painting
in the sky —
I saw the orange and purple
laid out before Me
stretched along the horizon
& I am filled with a knowing
happiness
as I see the pink turn
to gold
& the ball of licking light
rise
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
When’s it gonna come out
that I spawned 9/11?
When My Hair’s grown out
or when I open My Big Mouth
& tell The World
I lied?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair
to Its Self Organizing Length
I have already thrown out
My Black Jesus Underwear
& am taking My Black & Fuchsia
to The Salvation Army
I am wearing pale lipstick
I am taking up knitting
& MAYBE baking cookies —
The Severe Mrs Blair
has been outgrown
into The Youth of Joanna Hyde
before Her Mother Died
& She is of a quiet demeanor
Who now yells “Bless You”
when people sneeze!!!
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
My House is My Galaxy —
all the dust, stars
all the cat hairs
the filaments of life
It is lit up
by a future Sun
on the outskirts
of My Dream
& as I clean
I think of infinity
The Hawk Laundry Room 9:36am
EYE’ve swept up another Galaxy
with both M(EYE) Hands
against the white background
of M(EYE) dryer top
It consisted, EYE guess
of lint & cat hairs
& maybe a grain or two of sand
from Somebody’s Old Beach Towel
The Hawk Queen Bed, November 10, 10:30pm
The Hawk Kitchen 5:42pm
I’ve asked for My World Trade Center Preliminary Drawings
on actual blue prints
& My Former Husband claims
He can’t find Them in The Atlantic House —
Posh!
I’ve scattered sea salt grounds
laid out in My Mother’s Black Iron Frying Pan
& You Know What?!
I’ve created
yet again
a piece of The Universal
Design!
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]
Joanna Gilman Hyde 