Friday, June 1, 2018
My Bloody Tooth By Alyssa Trivett
Quarterback hut, hike,
my tooth pulled back
while fan blades whir
above my head
and tree stems tap dance
on the windows.
And my lucid dreaming suspends
up the steps,
kickboxing pillowcases.
About Alyssa Trivett:
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 while chirping down coffee. Her work has recently appeared in VerseWrights, In Between Hangovers, Otoliths and Five 2 One.
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