The Hawk Living Room 6:30pm
note: refer back to poem titled “Candle Holder”
I bought My Chalice today
in Yarmouth
It is a Candle Holder
It is frosted
It says in black “Life
is not measured by
the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments
which take our breath away.”
I bought It at Wall * Mart
I could drink Scotch out of It
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:15pm
We are driven on a cellular level
snaking our way in vehicular shells
out of Our Homes over The Highways
to restaurants & shopping centres
where the precious sight
of one Left Female Hand is held
by a boyfriend’s across a table
while She texts with availability of Right Thumb
next My Daughter breaks into tears
in the kitchen isle of Wall Mart
when I hedge on buying new plates
because I fail to see any
I like
& settle for 2 boxes of 16 piece Zen Plum
glaze-crazed
in the Light
of My Kitchen
Joanna Gilman Hyde 