The Hawk Portico 4:30pm
The Fly Stopped
Upon My Heart
And Told Me To Stand Still
To Take In All The Sun
Upon The Front Porch Sill
So I Stood To Gaze At Him
Until I Bent To Try
To Sit Upon My Chair Of Red
And Begged Him Not To Die
*Emily Dickinson
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:19pm
In Half An Hour
My Slow-cooker Will Display
The Number 22:22
& I Won’t Miss It
I’ll Stand In My Kitchen
@ 22:23 & Watch It Turn Down One Minute
To My Favourite Sequence
Of Brain-motivating
Heart-moving
Symbolic Renderings
–
The Hawk Kitchen 6:49
I Missed It —
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:20pm
If I Had Any Doubt
As To The Complexities
And Future Order
Of My Life
As I Foresee It
I Have Not A Shred Now
As I Have Been
Transfixed
By The Glowing Blue 22
On My Kitchen Counter
Stew Pot
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm
We See The Same Sun
We Watch The Same Moon
Our Thoughts Converge
Inside Our Unified Mind —
We Live For Each Other
And Die Only In Our Imaginings
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:56pm
I Am The Second Coming
I Am Black Jesus
I Am The Silver Christ
I Am God
After an Eternity of Waiting, I was Conceived on March 31, 1993
I was Born October 22, 1993
Delivered By The Hands
of A Little Scottish Doctor
at Roseway Hospital
Shelburne, Nova Scotia
I have grown into a fifty-two year old
North American Female
with unruly hair
& A Big Mouth
I Am Pro-life
& will never die
Watch Me
Fly
The Hawk Living Room 2:11pm
He’s Got Me Spell-
Bound
By Every Clock
In The House
The Car
My Watch
What Exactly Are We
Waiting For
Or Am I Already In It?
The Hawk Window Seat 7:59pm
I am in the pose
of relaxed readiness
standing in My Kitchen
against the running dishwasher
I am leaning on My Right Hand
Right Ankle crossed
over Left
“Don’t be impatient”
“Don’t be impatient”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm
I am self-contained
I do not need another
half
a partner of religion
of life
I can eat My Ice Cream
alone
on My Tomato-coloured Couch
and not worry
about
a God-damn
Thing
The Hawk Kitchen 9:11pm
Have I Lost My Voice?
Tonight My Husband diagnosed
a spinal nerve
getting squished
when I stand
or sit
as the cause
of what I thought
could be
My Psychosomatic Signal
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:54pm
I have A Black Love
searing My Heart
wrecking The Hearts
of Husbands —
My Black Love
is criticized by Women Friends
Who don’t get It:
My Devious Bond
seething within My Mind —
My Mind read like a tract
by My Horrible Little Lover
Joanna Gilman Hyde