Subprime Mortgage Crisis – Anthony Dragonetti

September 11, 2018

I was in the market for a house
A modest one
Small
with no real plans
to expand
but it had to hold
all my baggage

The little man
showed me around
a place he said was
within my budget

A couple twenties
A tupperware of rotten leftovers
A journalism degree
A shoebox with grandma’s bonds

This is the living room
It is a nice size
Plenty of space
to entertain
the people who
love you
that you treat
with contempt
at the slightest
provocation
real or perceived

You can’t help that you are sensitive
he assured me

I nodded in approval
and followed him
to the bathroom

Like a master suite
he beamed
A tall mirror to look
at yourself with
great coverage

I could practice
my character
in a mirror like this
I said

The little man
agreed saying
Yes the character
you play
The one who hurts people
because it’s never
the true you
doing it

That’s right
I have never
hurt anyone

The bedroom I loved
like he said I would
as we walked down the hall

The perfect place to
grind my teeth
being chased in dreams
And to curl up
against someone
who can read my every mood
and is never sad
so that I am never sad

That leaves the basement
but I chose not to see it

I’ll take it I said
Are you sure?
Yes

There are some things that
should not be seen
or thought about