Mike Bell/ September 7, 2016/ 0 comments

Speaking with my mother,
after phone disconnections,
and of unreturned calls;

then, again, her anger rises,
a spiked, child-sick bile,
reflux-like, but not mine,
still before we stop talking

I tell her I love her,
but I am once more muted
by the receiver’s placement
on her telephone’s cradle

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