Tuesday Morning Train Station


Bright hungover taxi driver-side mirror

key shocks my eyes. Passing by. No puddles included.

Souls and backpacks float.

I rotary-dialed my way into the morning,

stepped over footprints I couldn’t claim as mine,

so the sun did.



Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul. When not working two jobs, she listens to music and scrawls lines. Her work has appeared both online, and in print, in approximately twenty different publications. She recently had 15 poems published in Ambrosia: A Poetry Anthology.

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