You sit in the creaky chair,
in the kitchen, near the island,
while cats congregate.
We converse of
bad and good things to come,
and how I have to keep you going
since I have already lost one.
I often see thorns in sidewalks.
One day, they will bloom,
and turn slab concrete gray into cardinal reds.
Let time enfold, or float,
as our minds unwind.
Use the dustpan and
sweep everything evil under the rug.
Clutter-free. Like the infomercial says.
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. She has fifteen poems in a poetry anthology entitled Ambrosia, released by OWS Ink, LLC. All proceeds from the anthology are being donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (afsp.org.). Digital link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/742799 Amazon Kindle link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074WCLD69/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk
In Between Hangovers 