To a Former Coworker

Last I heard,
you were living in the basement of a relative,
alcohol in your hand, every clock-tick,
a lawn-chair as your makeshift bed.
I remember when you told me the story
of the scar on your face;
you were eleven and weren’t wearing a seat belt,
your head lightning smashed through the windshield.
You sarcastically admitted your pill abuse.
Your sister said the intervention didn’t work.
I still remember our conversations in the warehouse.



About the Poet:  Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest, and when she isn’t working, she listens to music and scrawls lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has recently appeared at In Between Hangovers and Spillwords. She recently had fifteen poems published in a poetry anthology entitled Ambrosia. All proceeds from the anthology are donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention ( Amazon link:


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