No shower curtain.

A beautiful Indian carpet covered the floor.

I lock my car

Why don't you try and rent

in Morton's own chair behind his desk,

he hides under a blanket with his eyes shut

Like running the vacuum cleaner. Fresh.

let me turn down the volume

I'm asking you to pull the plug.

You use a mirror to look at yourself.

The rest of the jewelry's in the top drawer.

There is a cupboard in the kitchen where we keep the cups and plates.

and hide in the closet from thunder rumbles.

They're a picture of an era, its hopes, its aspirations.