Bad
Day Cards
I
traded my bad day cards for
whirring
bicycle wheels,
pawned
quarters
from
community vending machines,
and
traded them for melted ice cream
with
sunken gumball eyes,
and
colors creating a Van Gogh backdrop
catapulting
in our dreams, each night.
Alyssa Trivett
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 first appeared in
[now-defunct] Scapegoat Review, has appeared in Peeking Cat, VerseWrights, and
recently at In Between Hangovers, Tuck Magazine, Communicators League, and
Duane's PoeTree site.
Tags:
Poetry
Thank you for the inspiring words.
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