Aces High

Poetry by Allison Burris

ekphrastic after Christine Crockett
“Graphing Uncertainty V”

Maybe the problem is I spilled my martini
or that it was made with a squashed maraschino
instead of an olive. Maybe instead of cherry juice
it was actually my heart spilling under the door.
I burst through the caution tape and contaminated
the crime scene. I kept the receipts but deleted
all the photo…