My Mother’s Response

by Evie Saphire-Bernstein, Contributor

Blue, you say.
I say, of course, I knew that.

Pasta, you say.
Of course, of course, what else could it be?

Winter, you say.
Oh yes, of course, me as well.

Marriage, you say.
Oh, I say. Oh, I see.


Broken up, I say.
Of course, I should have known, she says.

Didn’t get along, I said.
I understand, of course, she said.

Different paths, I say.
Certainly, I could see that, she said.


Don’t know how to love someone else, I say.
Oh, she says. Oh, I see.


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