Slam My Flash Is Brink

Wanting the Gun to Speak, startle theater, Wasteridden new Movie
found your wool again, Cheeky, Warbler, synthetic trailer:

your voice was bitter with water, announcement made, (images made clearer through glaze)
you sat, tickets sold, were many of us your sisters,
all of us were ticketed for the performance, the dance, (my ceramicist therapist was always offering me clay, I couldn’t resist, the way it made my hands feel, my skin)
the music, the light, gingerbread men on parade.

Council if trumpets could reel (Bakery-level bread, I’ll offer you some basil-soaked oil and salt and three crushed peppers to soak, to soak)
the steering was here to denounce one another
to the chickadee feature editor (new names are crops of want)
who couldn’t glance around the musket, to see your flask
astride your face. Couldn’t ask you to line a tram (slam my finger back into joint)
with litter, cat out for the wetting. Rumstrangle, I could

hardly have met you without wanting artists.

The reflection of your fence in the puddle made

from all the city’s sprinklers running all night, my cat would love to drink from your face. The image I create is what she would want to drink from, my face

is linked to your name and the way the relationship ended was not bad, I would find you eating sushi, my carbohydrates forget what else is in the fridge, we’ll

spin something tighter, you knew how to sew, we’re not talking much now that you live in Seattle and I live over here in the behind the trailer park neighborhood

with one bright mural but everyone knows it’s a bad neighborhood, the abandoned ice cream truck that no one sells drugs out of because I live here, my futon, my cat,

my cat needs to eat, she’s got plenty to drink, when we broke up it was no hard feelings but I’ve been drunk for how many days, I’ll wonder what you’re doing, I lost my phone, it’s there in the puddle, I’m outside your house how did I get to Seattle,

oh wishbone of my face I’ve lost my cat and my shame is licking another puddle of tears that were caused not by the sprinklers being so consistent but by your being so kind to me though we’re done.