The Hawk Kitchen 11:30am
This Morning I lay on My Back
in The New Dentist’s Chair
& looked up to see My Future
emblazoned on The Ceiling:
The Flashes
The Split Seconds
i-dent-i-fied Me
& I had on My Bulletproof Vest
not like The Twilight Star
in red brocade
I See A Piece Of The Universe
on My Husband’s Urban Tribe Sweater
washed in Tide
in and out Tide
& dried in Bounce
to get The Fuzz off —
but I’m afraid
I’ll have to use
The Lint Brush
Now
What Do I See On My Lint Brush?
The Scattered Crumbs
of Lemon Loaf Cake
brush off My Black Lap
like a speckling of stars
& down The Cleavage
of My Tattoo Sweater
like Those sucked inside
My Very Blackest Hole
I’m having a Graffiti Problem:
Saturday Night I Painted
A Pentagram Star, Red,
with Silver Rays
on A Rock
in My Friend’s Backyard
— She said I could Paint
Anything I Wanted —
She said, “I Love It!”
but now Her 17 year old Daughter
doesn’t Love It
& I’ve been asked
to paint
a starfish
I was Thanked Today
by God of All People
bobbing slightly on a Balloon String
above the Cashier @ Sobey’s
I believe The Thank You
was for My Successful Effort
to encrypt His Silver Star
or Mine
upon the face of a vacant rock
offering Space
to a smattering of Lichen
Joanna Gilman Hyde 