“Blue looks good on the sky
Looks good on that neon buzzin’ on the wall
But darling, it don’t match your eyes
I’m tellin’ you
You don’t need that guy
It’s so black and white
He’s stealin’ your thunder
Baby, blue ain’t your color…”*

When I was fourteen I had a dream about killing my father. We were standing at the edge of our property, looking back at the house where our family lived: A small blue single-story house with uneven floors and bats in the attic.

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