That Fly on My Finger —
He’s not scared of Me
& look — how big am I?
–
I’m not scared of The Universe —
It’s been squashed down into Human proportions
inside My Mind
at The Tip of My Finger
The Hawk West Deck Window 11:46am
I have The Power
to Reshape The Universe
I have The Power
to Reshape The Universe
I have The Power to
Reshape The Universe
I Have To
I Have To
Reshape — Reshape
The Universe is not some array of pond scum
The Universe Is Me
I just swept up A Galaxy
off My Red Staircase
— maybe It was A Universe —
dusted into The Kitchen Trash
until My Next 15 Billion Years
“What’s a Woman like You
doing in a Place like This?”
–Camera View: from back of black oven
w/ Woman looking in
leaning on elbows
–View to rivet My eight-year-old frame:
Black w/ White Star Spatter
How am I Here in this Black Space?
Now white with tomato spatter
from Eliza
in The Microwave
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?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 