Low Ceiling’d I woke up pink and smiling on my birthday. I was the birthday girl! But my family frowned me into a corner. I could not stand up. All day They ate my cake in front of me. I was no longer pink. I was a blue boy! I was their blue, puny, birthday boy. --Martha Rhodes, 2005 Contributor's Notes Become a Subscriber! Back Issues Back to The Laurel Review

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