Saturday, April 4, 2020

Route by Alyssa Trivett


Early morning lack of traffic has my mind in the sewer instead of the gutter.
I don't know what's going on but I automaton on
and remember to
tally my blessings,
even in thin strands
as they might be.



Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she chirps down coffee while scrawling lines. Her work has appeared in many places, but most recently at Ex Ex Lit, and Duane's PoeTree site.

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