The Hawk Kitchen 6:28pm
A Single Silver Star
just cascaded
across My Left-field
Vision
as I considered
an array of crumbs
gathered up into My Hands
& swept with both
down the sink
hole
The Hawk Corner Room 12:56pm
Dressed in My Black Negligee
I carry the weight
of My Question Mark Ring
in The Mirror a bird
Black Wings outstretched
looks at Me
to see if I Am
Alive
The Hawk Kitchen 7:45am
All I Have Left
of A Title & A Line
from The Middle of The Night
is: Consume The West
The Hawk Library 12:16pm
Eye have M(eye) Shower
— Show Her —
of Flashing Silver
formalized
in the reflection off
M(eye) Husband’s book cases
engulfing
The Machine
upon Which Eye row
M(eye) Millions
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
One Day My Writing —
My Scrawling Penmanship —
Will Be So Valuable
The General Public Will Scrounge
In Sobey’s Garbage Cans
For My Discarded Shopping Lists
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:50pm
What can be
That Golden Star
blinking in My Visual Field
at a thought of contrivance?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:36pm
I am a Woman
Who consumes vast quantities
of air, fire, water
I am in The Depths
of fulfilled wanting
I swim in a vacuum
of love
for I am in The Combined
Companionship
with a creature
just like Me
The Hawk Outpost 2:08pm
a giant thump took Me
from My Reverie
as I gazed over The Ocean’s
Blue
deep cobalt blue
& thought of a house
on an island
2 or 3 harbours over
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
I’ll have no truck
with nurses in purple pinafores
& black pants —
just let Me have
My Cats
My House
My Dreams
of a little brown elf
I will pluck
from these unsalted
waters
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:53pm
Golden Light Fell
Across The Speckled Flank
Of Our Fancy Tabby
Who Died Today
While Holding My Hand
And Calling To Me
Through Unblinking Eyes
Of Black And Gold
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