Saturday, January 26, 2019

Begin Again by Alyssa Trivett


A new day begins.
Van Gogh yellows
outside my window,
plugging up the horizon.
It's going to feel good
to let it go, let it float away
as my insides healed,
like dropping unwanted keys
down a sewer.
Or blowing out a candle.
Or finally turning around in
that driveway you always
dared yourself to,
and you did.
Hands on the wheel.
Now, we begin,
again.






Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music, chirps down coffee, and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has appeared recently at In Between Hangovers, The Penwood Review, and Apricity Magazine.

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