Jul/Aug 2010 Poetry Special Feature

Divorce Dogfight

by Bob Bradshaw

Artwork by Costel Iarca

Divorce Dogfight

I always trusted Sheila.
I had never felt a need to doctor
my business's papers.

Hadn't I always been as honest
and as open as a sundial?
We would iron out a divorce
between ourselves.

Then she saw a lawyer.

After that I looked over my shoulder,
his legal maneuvering dogging me,
a flying ace on my tail wing.

My future became a country under siege.
They demanded lifelong payments.

You've taken everything,
I shouted. What do I pay you in, wild yams?

She and her lawyer raised their third fingers.
From their distance a downed pilot
is just part of the wreckage.


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