Lost

by Beth Mulcahy

i take my socks off
in bed at night
when i’m not too cold anymore and let my toes
wiggle and breathe
and when you are here
i can’t sleep on the inside
against the wall
because i need to move my legs
and let them wiggle and breathe
but when you are not here
and i have my whole bed
there is too much room
to move and wiggle and breathe
and no you
to warm my feet up again
when my toes are done breathing
and i can’t find my socks
in the dark

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Beth Mulcahy is a Gen X-er from Michigan, living in Ohio where she works for a company that provides technology to people without natural speech. Beth loves to travel and write poetry, fiction, and memoir. She has words in Bombfire Literary Magazine, Trouvaille Review, The Fiery Scribe, and Potato Soup Journal. Follow her on twitter @bethmulcahea