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Poetry
Phoenix as Decoy
Jeremy Halinen
As when choosing to pretend to be distant,
as the sun seems distant in winter and enjoys it,
not the least bit guiltily, the additional, not
space, not separation, but loss, or sense of it,
the difference it affords, knowing, of course,
it will not last, this time, anyway, nor should it,
like the single ring of a telephone when a call
has long been expected but nobody is there
to answer, and not like radiation that leaves
a celestial body to enter, on one side of the earth
or another, earthly bodies, which are pyre-
bound but rarely speak so, which open
their mouths from time to time irrespective
of their decay and then close them again.
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