Tuesday, August 5, 2025

the kitchen phone circa 1968

no one
calls my landline, except for 
telemarketers.
my mother used to,
mostly on Sunday
to ask if i'm still coming over,
but
she's no longer with us.
that would
be a very
long distance call, if she did.
and yet
i keep the black
phone on the kitchen wall,
the long fusilli cord
hanging down,
almost to the floor.

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