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June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two | |||||||||
Maurice Oliver | |||||||||
The “Standby Ticket” Sonnet Start with a fish hook stuck in your lip. A lunar eclipse at dawn. Blood on the dance floor. A queen’s handbag. Minty toothpaste. Gauze bandages. Add the oldest building in Oxford. Crows feet. A cleft chin. Smudges on the tapestry. Smokehouses. Cardboard boxes. An orange nylon jacket knotted on the pier. Carnival rides. Cotton candy. Flypaper lit with a zippo. Ether. Lemonade. Artichoke or parsnip? A leaky burlap sack of eels. No sundial. No suitcase. No sushi. No difference. Just make sure all the cabins have linoleum floors. |
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