Saturday Morning, Swimming by Alyssa Trivett

Saturday morning migraine swims,
jumps off the diving board
and piano key taps my head.
Lawnmower sound bites
hammer smash my window,
drain-clog my open mind,
pry my eyelids open.
I march on.

Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has appeared in Scapegoat Review, Peeking Cat, on VerseWrights.com, Walking Is Still Honest Press online, and Duane’s PoeTree site.