getting lucky

i'm afraid to look under

the bed.

it's never good.

there's always something under

there

left behind.

a shoe,

a skirt, a pair of earrings,

or a watch that you have

to now locate

the owner for.

sometimes it's a tube

of lipstick,

or a phone charger. or

a wobbling

empty bottle of red wine.

but sometimes you get lucky

and it's a pack of gum,

unopened.

the spearmint kind.