Poetry by Mimi Flood

17

Do you ever dream the same thing? / I’m in a red spaghetti strap tank and blue jeans/ I’m seventeen/ in a car / and my head is out facing the sky and my arms are waving with the wind and I feel it go in between my fingers/ my eyes burning into the sun/ I feel I could do fucking anything / and I wake up / fifteen years later / scanning items / my famous line is have a great day/ and it wins me an academy award /the one I’ve been dying for since I was ten/ in the mirror I have the same face as her but I don’t recognize m

A Rhythm of My Heartbeat

Stuck in a photograph of black and white/ where I crossed my arms around my bare chest / the one you took in spring of 2012. / we had flavor/ and plans in a small apartment that cost a fortune / but you would lick your wounds in alcohol/ and there’s two teeth in a jar that’s mine in a cabinet/ I had dreams of floating wire hangers and a lit candle dripping blood / and the ticking of a clock in the kitchen had a rhythm of my heartbeat.

A Martini Glass with Peaceful Numbness

I could taste the Mediterranean Sea, your Cuban cigars, and coconut mouth /I stick the moon in a martini glass and we ate a field of stars into peaceful numbness.