Winter 2002 • Vol. XXIV No. 1 Poetry |

Depression Vacation

1. Hotel On the famous street where the famous pass by daily,             and the workers on their way to work, important keyed IDs on cotton bands around their necks—             new style, like clunky shoes, that say there are things afoot the two of you could never know,             tucked up in your once-posh hotel whose elevator's iron grille's still manned by the uniformed             poor, the concierge in his cage near the door still seething behind his professional smile.             Careful English is spoken here, and up here, in our room, as well. 2. Restaurant Too late, the kitchen shut, the maitre d'           &nb

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