like a banana split
you ate ice cream, chocolate sauce
and cherry hearts
but left the banana
you took your whip creamy love
and hid it away
in January’s cold anger—
my heart split open
like that banana
and the cherry juice
spilled into my
next month’s anguish
a banana split
is not a dish for one
not a February dish
nor is it warm
like cinnamon hearts
when the fourteenth came
I gave you the hearts
you gave me cold shoulders
and goodbyes—
like that banana split