Summary

134-135: The speaker finds comfort in blue as the color of death, a wave subsuming her. People who are in love with red kill themselves in bloody ways; people in love with blue drown. The one consolation to having the blues is artistic productivity, but you will still head for darkness in the end, like Billie Holiday.

136-138: Depression does not feel like fire. Suicide is both easy and difficult, because one has to overcome the natural “triumphance” of living (#138).

139-140: The speaker quotes that blue memories in the head can be removed by removing the head. She thinks of ways to do it: alcohol poisoning or gang rape. In her first sexual fantasy, the speaker was shipped to a desert tribe to be used by men.

141-142: Since childhood, the speaker has dreamed of joining a tribe of blue people, though she...