Mona Lisa Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

She didn't
ride with me
in the car
topless
like the other did.

Her middle name
was Lisa.

After her mother.

Her father
worked somewhere
in Indonesia.

I was going
on twenty two
and she
on twenty one.

She was
a smart cookie
having graduated
a year early
with a Bachelor
in economics
if I remember.

Anyhoo
even though she was
half Egyptian
by way of her father
she never belly danced.

Not even half way.

Soon came that time
between us.

After a year or a bit
longer of messing around
we decided
to hook up
on a permanent basis.

The morning
we drove to City Hall
we stopped for breakfast.

At the end
on a full belly
I walked out a free man.

I still feel guilty
after 56 years.