Monday, January 3, 2011

86: Blue Baby

He said to everyone he knew, I was a blue baby.  There was no other context.  He looked normal, not blue, not stunted in development.  The information was offered not in conversations regarding birth or childhood misfortune.  It was just there, like the weather or ongoing wars.  One might be compelled to ask questions, as his face hung in mid-air, waiting for affirmation.  One might not say anything, pretending this was normal, as if all of us were in some way born blue. 

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