Julia Who

Julia who laughs like crisp Autumn
and talks like boiling water
who is books and shoes
who is a shard of glass and a cotton ball
whose eyes are framed with raven feathers
is home today
who tells me of the city
who tells me of the train
whose purple paper cranes
can't unfold today
sleeps in her heart-wallpaper childhood room
who used to be there every day
is home
is a sponge on a kitchen sink
is a light bulb tossed away
doesn't stay here anymore
is hiding behind the curtains
who giggles and sways on her flag pole
is chestnut cabinets and radio songs
who comes and leaves and comes and leaves again
is the orange sweater tucked away
asking why don't you visit me
why don't you come why?