Mimi-Mona Poetry: So What?

©So What?

Mimi Wolske

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I think of you,

says the man as he unbuckles his pants.

We’ve more than flirted for years.

So what?

Am I new and different?

Maybe exactly the same?

Do I run that stretch every night?

Do I think of you?

Perhaps; Yes. I have the luxury

of running that last mile until it ends.

We know exactly how it ends.

So what?

We’re too close, neither having done this

before, this way.

I want you,

says the man and he pulls me close.

And I don’t care, he adds, pressing his lips to mine.

Spooned together, we dream.

A sad blues tune plays.

So what?

Aren’t they all blue and sad?

You couldn’t possibly be asleep already.

How do I know if what I see as blue

is the same as it looks to you?

I don’t know.

I never have.

But I love that you make me think of that again.

So what?

So what if we see yellow

when others want to

see only blue?

Blue is not for us; I know that’s so.

Waves of thunder roll

across a dark but rainless sky.

It smells of rain.

A pair of pigeons silently copulate

on the cooled rooftop.

Because the sky’s no longer blue?

So what?

(Art by Tran Nguyen)