Mall Walker by Alyssa Trivett

The elevator repairman’s keys
fling, slingshot on the half-ripped
right-hand side belt loop,
clinging and clanging,
a noise reminiscent of
dragging Terminator’s metal arm
across the floor.
They are only his temporarily,
after all, soon to be handed
to the next victim.
Sweating in eight-hour increments,
patches of blood monkey-climb his shirt
from yesterday’s round-the-clock shift.
A faded name badge
peels off from unwashed fabric,
like sun-burned skin
making a new home on carpet.
His suitcase of door stops,
lubricants, and rope gauges,
sits in the open,
an odd assortment of tools;
to help him stay focused
while children scream
and one hit wonders
blare over the intercom.

Alyssa Trivett

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, Peeking Cat, on, Walking Is Still Honest Press online, and Duane’s PoeTree site. She has fifteen poems in an upcoming anthology entitled Ambrosia, a collaboration with eight other poets, soon to be released by OWS Ink, LLC. All proceeds from the anthology will be donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. More information can be seen here.



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