The Hawk Queen Bed 8:38am
I didn’t want to get up
this morning
after standing prostrate
in the window cross
of the TV Room
for two hours
after My X Husband
hung up on Me
when I asked Him
about My Paintings
He had dumped
and while I stood there
with My Arms out-stretched
I saw A Speck
on the ceiling
and I revered It
as The Speck
of My Abortion
He forced Me to have
The Hawk Front Steps 4:58pm
My Guzzle Report
is that I ran to It
along the padded sand
so My Knees were protected —
I had My Hoodie up against
The Wind
and I breathed hard
but never lost it
and saw My Barnacled Rock
in a different place
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:10am
Silver streaks My Sea
calling Me to My Kitchen
as The Coffee steeps
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:15am
EYE am Star Collector
X-traodinaire
EYE stick Their molten surfaces
to M(EYE) finger tips
and drop Them into
Their Little White Star Box
housing M(EYE) Ring
of Shimmering Rose Design
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:44am
The Shimmering
The Shimmering —
how can I write enough?
The Dazzle has Me caught
in The Sublime
of My Place
My View
My Completeness
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
I can watch The Sun go down
in The West
over prehistoric islands
then I can watch It rise
in The East
over My Favourite
Ocean
The Hawk Deck 9:11am
Each sunny morning
now in The Spring
I take My Banana
to The North East Corner
of Our Property
to a bank
where I dumped My Dead X-Miss Tree
& toss The Peel
below My Feet
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:57am
Silver reaches Me
gleaming off The Sea
into My brilliant little kitchen
Silver is My Foundation
from My Shower of Silver Lights
I have grown
into Its Representative
and I will carry samples
of Its Refinement
wherever I shall be
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 2:30pm
EYE am Star Woman
on Parade
with M(EYE) Hot Orange
Bouquet
of Mother-in-law Roses
EYE am moving out of the lull
of Spring
into a Summer
of Majesty
and far-flung Love
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting
still EXISTS
albeit underground
in two unwieldy bundles
somewhere within the confines
of The Orangetown Dump
in Rockland County, New York
where I grew up
Joanna Gilman Hyde 