AMANDA LAUGHTLAND
Admit One
At the ticket window, I won’t follow
the body of the usher as she leans
to break a twenty with a press
of cash register and chest. She’ll tear
my ticket and pass twelve-fifty
beneath the glass, steering me
past the snack bar where two rows
of candies in loud yellow boxes
will glow like lines on a highway
and lead me to my seat. The previews
will warn R for restricted, S for sex
and V for violence, and I’ll remember
the V-neck of the usher’s sweater
and the fainter V drawn by her breasts.
Amanda Laughtland lives in the suburbs of Seattle. She has two chapbooks forthcoming,
At Home (Mercy Seat Press) and
I Meant to Say (overhere Press). Her poems have appeared most
recently in
21 Stars Review, listenlight, The Onion Union and
42opus.
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