The Other Half of Happy

The Other Half of Happy — page 3
Quijana we need another pair of hands here Is she outside I wish I were I'd jump on the swing pump my legs climb high and whoosh through the air Then I'd sing It's my secret favorite thing even better than peach cobbler When I sing out there something rises up my spine and tingles the top of my head The notes lift me up until I weigh nothing I could almost let go and sail over the treetops Which is another good thing about this tilted house We can sing in it Back at the apartment way back when my little brother was born Dad would strum his guitar and we'd sing ballads in English boleros in Spanish Then a neighbor would pound on the wall Or the ceiling Apartment walls are nothing nothing but panels of saltine crackers I'll check the backyard No one can tell me why this house tilts The landlady tried That ol Texas sun turns dirt to dust Can't build nothing nothing on dust Mom says it's the clay soil that's under the house that slickens in the rain Dad tells me the builders tried to stairstep a hill putting each house on a bulldozed shelf But no one cheats Mother Earth She's remaking her hill filling in the shelves to make a slope again Mostly I don't notice the tilt But sometimes like now the walk from my room to the kitchen seems steep Quijana Dad's face appears at my bedroom door Of course I should be helping I hang my head The thing is those boleros we sing in Spanish I've memorized the