She liked to say she was happy with no phone of her own
A passive aggressive badge of honor
Kept safe under the doormat where
Her children dropped their backpacks.
“That’s X amount of dollars a month into the college fund,”
She’d say overbrightly, ladling food and
Wiping unmanicured hands on secondhand pants,
Thinking of who she might call if she could.
Humming forcible as she cleared the table
For eat and run sons oblivious to the sink’s location or function
She wished for a ring from a friend almost as much as
She pined for the unworn band she had pawned.