June 7th
Birdie comes into my hospital room carrying a book.
"We each get a copy of the poetry anthology."
"That's cool."
"Here's yours." She hands me the book.
"Have you read my poem yet?" I ask, hoping she'll say no.
She shakes her head. "No. I did just get this you know."
"Good, don't read it in front of me. It's too embarrassing."
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little, little birdie
Ficțiune adolescențiA story about a lonely girl and a boy that can't write poetry.
