Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
The living room
The curly sheepskin rug we called “the furry”
And sometimes I wonder why
The plastic clock, the macrame owl, and the butcher block couch are on my mind
I wonder why my parents chose a brown and orange scheme
And why that seemed okay to me
I wonder why the kitchen was an avocado green
And the upstairs bathroom was peach
The northern lights
We saw them in Vermont one night from the car
But only once, I wonder why
The aliens who landed on the roof, they left me there
And didn’t take me to the sky
I’ve escaped into my childhood memories tonight
I wonder why my corduroys were always light blue
And I never had a TV in my bedroom
Just a flame from an electric candle on my windowsill
And I dreamed of my melodies touching you
I wonder why the marimekko fabric on the wall was ever taken down
I wonder how a transistor radio held up to my ear
Brought me to heaven
And it’s still leading me here