Return to Sender

Three poems
by Alyssa Trivett
Current Conditions
Two in the God-forsaken afternoon.
Someone revving an engine.
Mailman throwing newspaper.
Paperboys clean the coffee cup
bodies out of your car.
November sweats profusely
turning autumn yellow a drab black;
by its chalkboard nails
prying the minute and second hands,
to turn them back.
Cushions age and fade.
Everything else stays the same.
Meet me at the median
playing Frogger in the intersection;
where dreams are wry.
And where summer never ends.
The Board
Pushpins of assorted colors
lollygagging on the board;
voodoo dolls by nature;
hang in there, clenched comma
gripping tightly
for dear life.
I received a free Kindle, once, in error.
My name isn’t Nancy,
and the incantation read
“For each of your trips to the library.”
I returned it with the prepaid stamp.
Amazon was grateful.
I, a decent human being, I suppose.
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 Scapegoat Review, numerous anthologies, Peeking Cat, and recently on

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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. He is a Best of the Net and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Scott's poetry books include: Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015), Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2016), Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016), and Poison in Paradise (Alien Buddha Press, 2017). Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse, Happy Hour Hallelujah, and Novelmasters.

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