The door open. The housekeeper comes in without a warning. And I squint at the muscular motel light and say, Hey, good morning, she jumps her keys jingle. She beats as quickly as she came in and I roll over and taste the pillow with my grant. It's so beautiful when you're able to create a visual postcard in a in a stanza in a chorus, and so on in Franco in this little portrait of something that happened in a hotel room, the the flavors of the words and the alliteration and the the quietness that she's able to capture is so incredibly transcendent that I just thought that I would honor her tremendous brilliance genius and poetry by including my personal favorite lines of hers.