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2002-10-31 In a chill wind the Wonder Wheel whistles, shivering the pulped skins of the flea markets on Surf Avenue. What�s a nice girl like you. . .? I take it as read in the shopkeeper�s eyes. Like a soul on the skids, I circle the shuttered arcades, the frozen rides, their cloaked carriages. I count lots of us toughing it out, and businesses catering. Take a bottled water to the boardwalk, drink: Who�s my admirer? Discretely, I turn. Clustered up to the ceiling of sky, a million crude dead mouths are puckered at the green spokes, blowing. Consolation Site: "Unsanitary but delicious" |