End of Relationship (Winter)

I demand forever with flurry and tempest
my voice scorched except you tell me where
to bury our ice because I dug it up with
a shovel the cemetery in our driveway
our kitchen our bedroom chiseled away
with yellow scraper cheap on the verge
of breaking

(originally published in Indiana Voice Journal, Winter 2018)

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