The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
Not even charging black dogs
could hold Me back
from The Offered Rose braced
against the sea shore stones
to let Me throw out
into the foaming tide
the detritus of My Mother’s Death
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:20pm
Now that I have reclaimed
the True Force of My Vision
I do not mean to keep it to My Self
I do not think I am capable
of keeping It
to My Self
My intention is to share It
with Whomever
so desires
to know
Its
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The Hawk Corner Room NOON
My Shower of Silver Lights
goes untainted
to shine BIGGER & BRIGHTER & BETTER
than It ever was
before
It’s Mine
ALL MINE
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:45am
I have bled A Perfect Heart
on My Side of The Bed
It sits here while We drink
Our Coffee
& contemplate the day
ahead
I go with My Vision
of sorts: Brand New Head
for Hunter has told Me
I don’t need a partner
A Relationship instead
Rudder’s Yarmouth February 16th 6:00pm
I feel like a Little Girl
at a Valentine’s Birthday Party
with My Fake Margarita
sitting at My Table for One
I’m ready for Anything
The Musician has already been
acquainted:
“My Brother was a Musician
He played The Clarinet & Saxophone
— He’s dead now —
He lived in Yarmouth for quite a while”
“The Name Is Familiar “
I turned to My Club and Fries
and left early
for The Vagina Monologues
The Hawk Bench of Fortification 2:45pm
Through My Anger
Through My Female God’s Anger
I will Construct
not peace (that’s so old it hurts)
I will Construct
a New Way of Seeing
for The Whole Planet
— oh, It may take Some Time —
but I’m aiming to use My Time
until I Die, and then some
Joanna Gilman Hyde 