A pale, blonde woman in pink scrubs first asks my name and birthday. She has an accent that sounds Scandinavian, and she looks past the tears in my eyes as I answer her questions. She leads me down ... [+]
Paper plates, paper cups.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.