Writing Exercise #13

The ghost line is:

There was an ocean where her voice had been.

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Lolita's Kitchen, 4 a.m.

Bite-sized men rose to the surface,
banging against an iceberg of dirty dishes.
One of the men let out a salted rasp before he sank
like a heavy jewel. Another, buoyed on a baby bottle,
pointed a wrinkled finger at her apron
hanging from a meat hook.
A third, straddling a wooden spoon,
pointed to a plate of sugar cubes
on the counter.
"Look," he cried to the others, "land."

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(This ghost line belongs to Fritz Ward's "Love Letter with Tsunami Diorama.")