By Alyssa Trivett
Trains hopscotch
over hangnail tracks,
lollygagging into the next
privileged horizon,
the soundbites
chewing up any
ear-space we have left.
Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work recently appeared at in Between Hangovers, The Literary Yard and Mad Swirl.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 