Jul 1, 2008
Somewhere Once, a House
Written by Paul Dickey
Read by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
We could have lived anywhere,
strung light and power
around a tree.
You could have dried your hair.
We made money in the wind,
caught for a minute
on limbs and blew away.
Yes dear, perhaps we sinned —
arguing which debt could go
first or stay years, proposed bets
until our pockets were bare,
invited birds to spend the night
to nestle in your blouse
whipped into rags by a clothes line,
while we slept. But no,
we lived in this house.