| Oyster Boy Review 10 | ||||||
| L U G G A G E
Thomas McDade
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| Luggage E. Pluribus Aluminum |
Sometimes when she's dancing nude for the sailors Sylvia thinks of the prison up the street and her arms and legs are chained. But tonight Sylvia dwells on the dying lifer who escaped in a suitcase lugged by his wife. She clutches a thrown hat to her breast like her dead baby's bonnet and closes around it like an angry fist. When she imagines the chafing of canvas, the smell of seabag, she opens like a hand. She tosses the hat to the sailor who looks strong enough. |
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