On the phone

Little mama, talking to the spirits.

Hello? hello?

The solace of women all around, modeled in the kitchen, on the shows

Alone? So often alone at home? Repetitive jobs to do, babies to hold

Pick up the phone

Cradle it to your tender face, ask to be held

To be known

(After Alexis Pauline Gumbs, who writes beautiful reflective poems connecting to elements, ancestors, childhood, and more than human family on her website and on instagram.)

Published by Devon Riley

Teacher, mother, plant person, film photographer, modern buddhist, intersectional feminist. I keep a journal, take hikes, love women, have a husband, make dinner daily.

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