I need to borrow a few clock ticks. My silent voice box  becomes the sound bite of screeching brakes and blood trickles down. I want to stand on a corner and hold some sort of sign up  but winter's sewer fireworks and frost bombs push me back  into the foyer for my country line dance of  kicking off boots, in this first winter,without you. Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she listens to music while chirping down coffee and scrawling lines on the back of gas station receipts. Her work has recently appeared In Between Hangovers and Event Horizon. Poem by Alyssa Trivett Drawing by Janne Karlsson