Contributor: Alyssa Trivett
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Sunday morning and Wednesdays
I want to drag their sunrises
through a pasture
and poke the days with sticks
until night finally settles in.
And the clock ticks stop
merry-go-rounding about.
I have your voicemails
and your hat,
a car and your watch,
and pets.
I carry your spirit,
like a soldier with a flag
since some days,
that's all I have.
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Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul. When not working two jobs, she scrawls lines. Her work recently appeared in Carcinogenic Poetry.
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