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Telephonophobia
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14 Telephonophobia We joke about it. Really, you’re annoyed To make some call I should make on my own— It doesn’t bite, you say. That isn’t true. We keep it on a leash; it isn’t tame. It stalks us in our sleep. And when at last Some shy, unbidden happiness arrives That triggers its alarm, it’s not for you. I bring it to my head, it speaks my name: Old anger pours like poison in my ear— Or information, cool as dates on stone, Rocks in its smooth, black cradle. I avoid The thing, because it holds what I most fear: At any hour, the future or the past Can dial into the room and change our lives. ...