I play freeze tag with spirits suspending
over counters in the kitchen.
Forgot the waffles,
now, taking up residence in nearby car trunk,
in the color of a gangrene foot.
Detached the kitchen sink faucet accessory and
gunned down all the flies within spraying distance.
Whirring fan blades provided the eulogy.
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 while chirping down coffee. Her work has appeared in VerseWrights, In Between Hangovers, Otoliths, and Five 2 One.