8/5/2021 Poetry by Beth Mulcahy ricky shore CC
greyhound friends we were going the same direction from different places i want to be a writer she knows how to drive a rig i always get zits before i go home her nose is a little crooked because of him hitting her i am going home to see my love she left hers because of how he hit her i am the baby of my family she was her daddy’s favorite until he died i have clerical experience she modeled lingerie to save money to help him get better my dad got better hers died before she could get to him i carry mace i am too scared to use she could kick my ass if she wanted to i chose to sit by her because she was a woman going my direction Friendly Fire the way i see it there is a gap between what it should be and what it is between what we have and what we should have when someone sees you the way he sees me it should be enough but it never seemed to be enough to keep the hurt away over and over again i know that wasn’t really him and it wasn’t anything i did it was the war that reared itself that lashed out of him and onto me the war he kept fighting the war he never won i surveyed the landscape of his eyes every time to find the spaces through which the mortar might come flying i approached with caution my eyes and heart both wide open i only knew how to defend myself with stoic silence and apologetic tears for having done nothing to deserve the shrapnel friendly fire is still fire distance became safer and i learned to take cover when i went awol he retreated and couldn’t find a way to reach me anymore he may not have known who the enemy was but it isn’t me it never was i widened the gap between us to survive and as the years went on a buffer zone now demilitarized no access to any exposure i can’t risk anymore wounds now there’s only time for peace and healing someday, maybe soon he will be gone he wasn’t the only one here wounded by that war and i have to tell him now with my heart wide open that I love him anyway that it’s all ok I love him anyway over and out 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 work in Bombfire Literary Magazine, Trouvaille Review, The Fiery Scribe, and Potato Soup Journal. Check out her most recent publications at https://linktr.ee/mulcahea Comments are closed.
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