“My Grandma’s Waiting for Me” by Hoda Zarbaf 93 x 115 x 128 cm, Old chair, textile, old monitor, fiber stuffing, mixed media 2016

“My Grandma’s Waiting for Me”
by Hoda Zarbaf
93 x 115 x 128 cm, Old chair, textile, old monitor, fiber stuffing, mixed media
2016

 

CAROLINE PLASKET

Daruma

There is a phone booth in Japan where
the dead can be reached. Maybe

it is in this same way
my child talks to her dolls.

Sometimes I think of the dead as if they are
not. Who doesn’t catch themselves
cutting vegetables and muttering to the lost.

Anyone can
travel to make a one way call
on the disconnected

phone. To finish the stories they started, talk about
the election, or tell the buried
that the harbingers of spring have just begun

to dot the forest bed with color, or what
their children have been building with their hands made

in a womb, made in a womb, made in a womb,
because we are all nesting dolls. When the Darumas are lined up there

will be subtle differences, but from far away they all look the same.


Caroline Plasket's poems have been published or are forthcoming in Spoon River Poetry ReviewCompose, WomenArts Quarterly Journal, IDK, Phantom Drift Limited, and The Hollins Critic, among others. She was a fall 2016 mentee in the AWP Writer to Writer Program. Caroline lives in the Cincinnati area.