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.
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 Review, Compose, 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.