Everything Seems So Normal Until We Wonder How to Live

The stable jobs
the cable TV

the khaki pants
the taxes paid.

‘City names’ chosen for the kids.

No dirt roads
no worn-in denim
no canned peaches

no hand-rolled cigarettes
no dance parties.

I once watched every adult I knew dancing so hard I could smell it.
Furniture pushed to the side in a cabin built by hand.

Marvin Gaye so loud the grass shook.

Nissa Sorenson is a poet and quilt maker. She lives in a pink house with her daughter Annabelle, her partner Phil and their dog Rosie – on Mercer Island in Washington State.

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