The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
No rowing today
It’s snowing & I prefer
to keep My Feet up
with a scraggly cat by My Side
looking out to My Beloved
scraggly apple, scrub spruce
complete with the occasional crow
The Hawk Kitchen 7:06pm
This 11th day of month 2:
Gold has achieved a three month rise
not met in thirty years
& I am celebrating
by taking My Spaghetti
out of The Oven
@ 10:22
The Hawk Dining Room 10:44am
I watch the roiling ocean
still ramped up
after My Halo Scene last night
when I demanded of My Husband
Does He Know What Kind of Person He Is Dealing With —
or not:
A Witch or An Angel
Who brought down
The Twin Towers
with a flower?
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:40am
I Am The Black Angel
when I see My Halo
I shit on My Husband
castigating Him
until He loves Me
no longer
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
Nothing tragic will happen
to Me
I am not made of that stuff
I am tough
& love The World too much
to suffer any further loss
or strife
My Mind is safe
from shifting tides
& I reside
in a perfect house
looking out
to sea
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
When I woke this morning
the sky was reddish gold
purple cloud over the sun now
but I have the trash out
& the coffee steeps
Last night I told My Hair to grow
while I sleep
& It has
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:42pm
Oh Hair Grow
when I inhale the fur
of My Big Black Astro
Oh Hair when I cut You off
22 years ago
how could I have known
I would have the love for You
that I do now?
You would be My Greatest Comfort —
I will gleefully brush You
braid You, pin You decoratively
care for You with balsamic solutions —
every follicle I own on My Head
please be rejuvenated and never
turn back to the darkness
of severity of Truth —
I want to live My Dream
& My Dream is You flying,
whipping Your Golden Fabrication
around My Shoulders
protecting Me as a mantel
of Hope & Love
for This World
of Happiness
We need so badly
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:16pm
I will wear My Hair
in a braid at My Side
an appendage of strength
never to be pulled in jest
held in place by coloured bands
complimenting My Face
decorating My Self
for the admiration
of women as well
as men
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:31am
I have built a fortress
out of fuchsia and black
to live within My Religion’s
confines
I will not step out
of My Cloister
I will reside
in My Nunnery
& thirst
until I die
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:35am
’twas The Life
of My Daughter
including Her Gestation
22 Years
held within the spell
of religious fervour
(or should that be fever?)
over the spectacle of a man
Yes, I’ll say it —
a scrawny man
a leprechaun
Who, I thought, spawned
the only magic
in My Life
and His
and now I don’t know
where He’s gone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 