As a courtesy, the government manlets the manager sit in onthe surveillance. But the cameras are the hotel’s, and the manager thinksit’s his courtesy. The other agentsin the room could set him straight,but their chief signals them to stand down. On the screen they’re watching,a man viewed from the ceiling in green lightuneasily sleeps. Earlier…
The One Percent’s more gung-ho bitchesbitch that their taxes go towardsthis holiday. None do. It’s private,mid-spring when the crops burn. Pink slips tend to appear around that date;roaches swarm, and jellyfish. Spouses leave, and the one left waits for talk-show hosts’ routines about the day.At their desks, despite stern memos,the employed for a moment contemplatewithout…