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Twitching Toes
A Poem
Nov 19, 2020
The doctor names it
A disorder of movement.
A mutation.
A stutter in the codes.
Inside my shoes,
Down to my toes.
They pulsate, warm and snug
In their socked home.
Dance toes, dance!
Like mice, squirming.
Trapped in a bag,
Waiting to be drowned.
It’s this unnatural state
That feels normal to them.
They long to be moving.
Like brain cells craving,
They need their next hit
To be whole.
Steven Beatty lives in Central Ontario, Canada with his wife and two fantastic kids. He’s on Facebook and Twitter @stevenbeatty. Steve is the author of the book In-Between Years: Life after a positive Huntington’s disease test and is a blogger here on Medium.
