Blue Is Beautiful Amy but the Story Is So the '90s

I wanted to be the one who thought of truck bed walls.
You locked yourself in the bathroom
so I couldn’t brush my teeth before bed.
Where is this going and will it be successful? I hate bullies.
She’s been everywhere she even heard
the shot that killed John Lennon.
From now on I’m sticking up
for myself. My notes and to-do’s have flowers.
I don’t want to die. I feel scared all the time.
What you looked like as a child is clear.
The way you run from the hot tub
and throw yourself in the pool.
When they were joining the EU.
I worry about mine.
Have you ever seen your own cervix?
You’re like a natural matzoh ball maker.
Why did I ever want to be in the couple
with the white walls three shoes and lots of art.
Scarves from museum shops.
I sat your kid on my counter
and we spilled food everywhere.
The nickname grandchildren give is the one you die with.
Everyone wanted to see a movie where the woman turns to stone.
They say Maria Falconetti never acted again.
The gym was impossible after I fell on my knee.
I walked up to you and cried.
Why do you treat your son better than your daughter.
Talk about something else like did anyone ever call you bro.


Copyright © 2013 by Farrah Field. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on July 31, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

About this Poem

"In response to Krzysztof Kieslowski's film Blue, I wonder why Juliette Binoche's character doesn't finish her masterpiece with the help of a woman. Why does she have to have a lover? I mean sexual release is necessary, I get it, but what if an empathetic female friend broke through the grief? I consider this—women needing women—in my poem. Sadly, I couldn't think of a nickname I like that only women give each other, such as 'bro,' which many guys I knew in the '90s were calling each other."
—Farrah Field