Humans Do As They Do In Waiting Rooms. By Alyssa Trivett

We all have our coffees,

some clutch their hidden pocket flasks,

and softball underhand toss

used tissues into

the rectangular tan-in-color bins with

grocery store bags

rubber-banded around ‘em.

Scrolling their devices, listening to

the news anchors roll clips of

‘The Mountain Man’ whom

walked away from a lion attack with

a broken wrist and eighteen various stitches

on his cheek and nose bridge.

Staplers box their sheets of paper.

People sign waivers,

and list their next of kin.

Nothing extravagant.

Must be on my third cuppa Joe by now.

A gentleman walks out the swivel door

with a plastic surgery doctor smirk

on his face.

It is Friday,

after all.

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 (including the trash bin), but most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review and Duane's PoeTree site.