She is large blue eyes
Her mouth is a tomato…
Gripping the microphone she reads
Her words are small ugly dolls
Her second poem is called Fluent in Bullshit
Her third poem is called Fuck Feathers
Her fourth poem is called Who is the bae? I am the bae!
Her fifth poem is called Dude, You’re Not Gorgeous
Her sixth poem is called Hashtag Hag
Her seventh poem is called Go Fuck your IPhone
The crowd claps
She throws her shoes at them
She takes off her blouse and swings it over her head
It lands on the greasy floor
Amid the chartreuse chaos
City yellow Urban red
The air is music
She lets her hair down
The clouds are slow white syllables
Her face is a freeway, red artery.
She sees the world through barricades.
Her eyes are heavy.
There’s furniture in her teeth.
She’ll devour you like the government.
That was the time when her hair became a lagoon.
We sailed on it in a slender boat.
A boat shaped like an ear.
The water was affectionate.
Eliza Mimski’s work has appeared in Poets Reading the News, Entropy, New Verse News and other publications. Mimski was a finalist in the 2017 San Francisco Writers Conference contest in adult fiction.