As the cobweb hangs
by the hockey goal
near the bike with
cracked spokes,
oil spilled from yesteryear
covers the cement surface
in artistic splotches,
in holy water coffee ground
dots throughout.
We are only chess pieces
piling things,
playing irregular Jenga.
Knocking the stump remover
bottle over and rattling rusted
metal shelves.
The sealed chamber opens.
We skate with
recycling and trash bins,
soaking up the sun in
brief movie clip moments.
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 has appeared in VerseWrights, In Between Hangovers, and recently at Otoliths and Five 2 One.
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