Bonaduces Carmen
Here we are, servicing these dogs and plants, house-
sitting in the valley for your aunt. We're laughing
because this is the last place we should be. We search
the shelves. There is nothing we can eat. And all of
these shampoos are animal-tested, too. There goes our
dream of perfumed heads to compliment these pristine
beds. Carmen I never thought that this would be so hard.
I mean, we both came from these luxuries. But, Carmen,
you were right. This is our life. The rice has all gone
cold and the record stopped an hour ago. And late at
night, when the coffee's cured our sleep, and the borders
between skin and night are breached, we'll make a fort
from toppled furniture and lie in the dark, peering up at
summer sky to the gentle hum of appliances left on. We'll
slip off the clothes we always wear. The dogs are
staring; let them stare. Chorus.
