Mom says I entered the world blue unmoving like a cracked starling egg I entered the world without a sound though Mom says she saw the noise
Each time we drive past the hospital I am reminded of how much it cost to keep me here I think my parents want their money back I think I want to stop being blue
Last summer Mom cried when she saw it: a baby robin fallen from its nest, still pink and fleshy — not blue, still moving — and it cried for her I could barely hear it but Mom saw the noise She listened for a moment more then smiled
Something inside me went cold as we walked away to the sound of eggshells cracking
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
Mom says I entered the world blue unmoving like a cracked starling egg I entered the world without a sound though Mom says she saw the noise
Each time we drive past the hospital I am reminded of how much it cost to keep me here I think my parents want their money back I think I want to stop being blue
Last summer Mom cried when she saw it: a baby robin fallen from its nest, still pink and fleshy — not blue, still moving — and it cried for her I could barely hear it but Mom saw the noise She listened for a moment more then smiled
Something inside me went cold as we walked away to the sound of eggshells cracking