Suite 520

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The line of chairs up against the walls
are vigilantes keeping track of the fish
hunkered behind a bubbling castle. Relax
say pictures of waterfalls and grasses.
From tables that grip the bristling carpet
People and Redbook are flashing their teeth.

Eyes shift as they keep tabs on the porthole
of the swinging door where one by one
we follow versions of our names
to a small room. Curtain, papered table,
pivoting screen where they show us
the scan, and how the wait goes on.