The Hawk Basement Exercise Room 10:38am
On My C2 Rowing Machine
I breathe with My Mouth
Open
I breathe in The Air
from The Basement Window
Cracked —
I breathe in The Air
of Nova Scotia
& I don’t even care
if The Roof of My Mouth
goes dry
The Hawk Kitchen 5:06pm
EYE have A Star
on M(EYE) Kitchen Floor
— I will not sweep It up!
I will let It twinkle
@ M(EYE) Feet
& Love The Domain
Eye see beneath
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm
EYE opened My Napping EYES
to a sky of Gold
to The Mapping of My World
plain as candy
spun sugar
held by little children
unguided
The Hawk Kitchen 12:30pm
Thank You, little
oven clock
lifting My Spirit
with Your Skewed Time
I catch You
whenever I can
when You catch Me
with The Magic
of M(EYE) Numbers
You remind Me
of Pre-destiny
and EYE am eternally grateful
The Hawk Window Seat 9:05am
EYE can see
The Silver
from My Bedroom Window
as look out
from My Window Seat
the tub is running
for My Doctor/Husband
My Dress Up Doll
I am drinking coffee
watching The World
come undone
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am
Armed with My Arsenal
of X-Miss Tree ornaments
— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —
— black balls from Walmart —
EYE spent twelve hours
trimming
& having fun
to complete My Play
from a table pedestal up
rooted
to The Silver Star strung
from The Cathedral Ceiling
suspended
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
Bow-sawed and dragged
from The Scrub Spruce Forest Bog
I got M(EYE) Tree
but It wouldn’t fit
down the hall
to Come To Life
in The TV Room —
It’s laying on The Hawk Living Room Floor
dead as a doornail
& I had a Devil of a Time
getting It in
— severed one limb —
so far The Cats
are ignoring It
Spanish Moss & all
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
The Moon said Hello
to Me as soon as I looked
He lit up My Clouds
The Hawk Kitchen 3:00pm
Bundled against the brazen squall of snow
Eye am stumped
after perusing over the roots —
root stems from The Drowned Forest
looking for branching sections
to string together somehow
like a spine
of bare limbs to make
an ad hoc
X-Miss Bush
My Own
this year — a dead array
for perhaps the cats
to climb — to hang
13 silver birds & even more plastic snow flakes
to deck the TV Room
with the barren interlocking
drift wood
stumps
which can only be piled, tangled
(not constructed / not drilled)
into a vertical heap
(very un-tree-like)
instead Eye will have to pinch
a dead spruce, whole
from beyond My Back Yard
& set it, bolt upright
in a front window
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:55pm
EYE was a Mummy once
wrapped in My intricate wrappings
I couldn’t see The Sky
for the sarcophagus
carved out with
M(EYE) LIFE STORY —
I lay in My Tomb
with My Innards preserved
and noblemen flocked
to see
My Grave
and to gaze at
My Holy Body
locked away
in stone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 