When the demons come out to play,
I’m a comma, free-floating,
collecting pennies per minute
of sleep I’m wishing-well missing
as red numbers slam dance
on the alarm clock
and try to bribe me in Zs
and window breeze to
close the shutter eyelids.
Instead, I stand one-footed on
the library ladder
mixing up words on post-it notes
at odd hours,
like the watering time-frame of suburban lawns,
only worse.
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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 recently appeared at VerseWrights, In Between Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, and Spillwords. 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.
