Robocall / Remains
Karen Greenbaum-Maya

--message found on voicemail by widow

Hello, I’m Pastor Hank                                     Caring for you, my love, I just escaped
from the Very Good Bible Church                      Hell, whose memories were a noose that
Truth and Liberty Schools                                  never loosened. How to believe
We have a blessing for you                                 in cool air, soft light, when each breath is dying and
You can realize: God loves you                          seeing the dying over and again
to recognize him as your Savior                          rips and overturns my heart
Lord forgive me, Lord save me                          again. I am no Dante, cannot live only to be
Leave your number                                            made up of days given to remembering
we’ll call you back                                             as though anything ever could rouse you
                                                                                                                     from your jar of ashes.







Karen Greenbaum-Maya

is a retired clinical psychologist, German Lit major, photographer, and Pushcart nominee. She no longer lives for Art, but still thinks about it a lot. Real Poem received Honorable Mention in the 2013 Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Contest. Kattywompus Press publishes Burrowing Song and Eggs Satori. Links to on-line poems at:

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