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the living room
and 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 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
