divorcing Eve

by Scott Christopher BeeBe

we divide the kids like cars
and now I’m off course
hit the deck
nothing is left
inside my breast

wicked like nicked snickering
on the playground at my
expense – derived
by things done &
said – nothing’s meant

no blushed downlight at sunrise;
eventide can’t hold me
any attempts
met with anguished
darkened guitars

sparse diseased language you’d
brewed & spewed out at me
echoes indoors
& down hallways
frosty past spring

that time I’d been shunned in
London downplays all this
drama’s stanzas –
the cancer in
me soon comes due

Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing