Julianne & Her Moon
Jun. 9th, 2004 12:50 amJulianne does not belong to her family. She belongs to herself, like a star or the birds you see flying off into the sunset. She tells us stories about her family, sitting there on her porch with glasses of sweet juice, stories about a little blue house full of boys and girls and aunts and uncles. She never sounds like she wants to go back, she never sounds like she wants to return to the place where she was trapped like food in a tin. She is free here, surrounded by people who are not.
One day Julianne invited us into her house. It's not a flat, or an apartment, it is a house with stairs inside and her own pictures and pillows and colors. She works in the city to pay for her house, at a job where she has to wear nice skirts and high shoes. I know she loves it because talking about it makes her face light up like the sun. Whenever she sees us she calls us over and says, I had the best day today, girls. Will you listen for a cup o' juice? Yes, I say, we sure will.
I like listening to her stories, especially the part that is the same every time she says it. She says to us, Girls, I'm sitting so high I feel like I am on the moon, and I imagine myself sitting right next to her, looking out at the stars shining like fireflies in the sky and down at the great globe that is the world.
One day Julianne invited us into her house. It's not a flat, or an apartment, it is a house with stairs inside and her own pictures and pillows and colors. She works in the city to pay for her house, at a job where she has to wear nice skirts and high shoes. I know she loves it because talking about it makes her face light up like the sun. Whenever she sees us she calls us over and says, I had the best day today, girls. Will you listen for a cup o' juice? Yes, I say, we sure will.
I like listening to her stories, especially the part that is the same every time she says it. She says to us, Girls, I'm sitting so high I feel like I am on the moon, and I imagine myself sitting right next to her, looking out at the stars shining like fireflies in the sky and down at the great globe that is the world.