Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: stars

STAR SCAPE

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:41pm

There’s a Star Scape

on The Window of My Black Front Door

back-lit by The Portico Light

— I know It’s snow, really —

but on close inspection

I see Little Threads

of maybe cat hair

individually straight

or wavy

String

Theory

STAR POWER

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:34pm

Everyone was once A Molten Star

far away from Everything, but part

of A Churning Galaxy with Its Own Identity

A Uniqueness cast into Our Humanness

and when We Die, We Return

to The Eternal Cycle

and burn

THE HAWK DECK 7:30pm

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