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BLACK TELEPHONE

It sits like an anvil

on end tables

in old movies

and rings—

a startling alarm—

only to advance the plot.

Or is auctioned on eBay

to aficionados of the past

who pay a fortune

to ship this relic,

this tar pit appliance

the distance it once

miraculously bridged.

Its frayed cord

a web of

dead roots.

Its dial a circle

of interminable clicks.

Its receiver a lead weight

pressing cold

dead silence

against the eavesdropping ear.