Signing Divorce Papers
The long drive from Tennessee took us
to the Travelodge in Gallup, New Mexico,
where we had sex to the sounds of bikers fighting
outside the door. Afterwards, you turned on
the TV, while I turned over to sleep. A storm clung low
in the desert, its voice heavy and red.
When the clouds hit the mountain’s plateau,
the intensity faded – left the storm to die. We
never fought, not even as we divided our things: the house,
holidays, visitation, who will now mow the flat lawn,
who will now live alone. As I stand to sign my name, I remember
how the moon blinked at us from behind the darkness.
Stephanie Bryant Anderson is pursuing a BA in English and Creative Writing with a concentration in Poetry at Southern New Hampshire University. A few of her publications include The Sow's Ear Poetry Review, Connotation Press, Full of Crow, Eclectica and THRUSH Poetry Journal. Stephanie runs Red Paint Hill Publishing, and lives in Clarksville, TN, with her two boys.