FROM THE COUCH OF JOANNA
I would have broken Communion
with You with Your Name
on a maple-frosted cookie
on sale from No Frills
up in My Dark-creviced Bedroom
away from My Family —
I would have broken through
The Lie of Christmas symbolized
as The Literal Snow Job
fertility rite within the broken wreath — egg
with a lying elf responsible
for any materialistic answer
coming — ejaculating
down The Vagina Chimney
to lay out His Wares
at a triangular bush with stars
— The Heavens —
all over It
I would have broken through
The Myth of Our Making
with You
on a cookie
but I was
ashamed
Joanna Gilman Hyde 