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A Blue Kite, or Yellow

Once, and a big fat why
will pass before I am no longer my
allergic me. I am the blue body, dyed
the hue of our crummy old couch cry-
ing to be replaced. I already tried
on the theory “The Normalcy of Body Types”
and I cover it neatly with air-dried
dress and socks not made with the same tired
blue light. I reach, covering my eyes,
to touch the kite meant to fly no higher
than the roof too gray to be the sky.



I am a children's librarian. I have 2 kids. I have a professor for a husband. I obsess about writing and about making things.

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3 Responses

  1. Caroline says:

    Brooke, cool poem. So enigmatic. I read it several times and it seems like it could have several meanings. Am I misreading it if I think one meaning is a commentary on body image, how often we’re not happy with our physical appearance?

  2. Brooke says:

    Yes, very much about bodies–something useful but with flaws and limitations, things that make us discontented with them–about being normal but about flying too.

  3. EmilyCC says:

    I am the blue body, dyed the hue of our crummy old couch crying to be replaced.

    This reminds me of my post-partum body. All of the sudden, I had this stretched out body that was lumpy and soft (much like the old couch in my living room).

    Thanks for sharing

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