The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:35pm
In One of My Countless Psychiatric Interviews
I was Once Asked The Question:
“What does the saying
Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk
mean?”
I rose from My Chair
to find My Self Exclaiming
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
“Accidents Are A Necessity”
until The Psychiatrist
Doctor Appavoo
(I called Him Doctor Apple Voodoo)
had to shut Me up
The Hawk West Desk Window 5:00pm
lately I’ve had a twitching
in My Lower Left Eye Lid
— just looked in a mirror —
It’s really there — twitching away
— think It’s trying to tell Me something —
I have Left-headed Pulsations too
which make Me stop
— think of what I’m thinking —
should I get on The Digby Ferry
drive to Vermont
— retrieve My Manuscript —
if It’s still there
to be found in My Step-mother’s
Old Farm House
buried under heaps of papers
— somewhere —
in My Dead Father’s Room?
Yarmouth, Nova Scotia
exiting the hospital
after visiting an old friend
Eye saw the emptied harbour view
for the first time
since Eye had been a patient
walled in by brick & glass
years & years ago —
The View, lit clear
spread Itself out to Me
w/ tidal banks exposing
the water basin of rivulets
& hummocks of spruce & rock
along Its edges —
for the first time
Eye saw Its Majesty
in the evening light
Eye felt the corporeality
of M(eye) Cure
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:13pm
I saw An Angel Once
— while My Mother lay dying —
She Flew from Left to Right
amidst The Bows of A Lofty Pine
I told My Mother Where To Look
for Belly, Arms, Sleeves
She turned Her Head, My Mother did
so She Never Leaves
Joanna Gilman Hyde 