national anthology of the best
undergraduate writing 2010

the house


Housing Bubble, Cliff Klein

the house falls down and no one notices.
out back, the boys are drilling more holes,
hanging dry wall on thin air, making a ruckus,
painting in long careful strokes. the wind has changed,
but kept the same sound, presenting an illusion
of sameness. at the disaster site, jamie
dutifully powders her face: eye shadow, blush,
a swipe of mascara. she drops one rouged tissue,
which balances on the rim of an empty wastebasket
in slow motion. a ladybug appears on her shirtsleeve.
she whispers and it flies away home.