the birthday partyshe was seven years old.she was seven years old today. it was her birthday. there was birthday cake and ice-cream.a birthday party.a birthday party for the birthday girl.a party with all her friends.bright balloons and dancing.dancing with friends.and dancing with boys.boys. girls. boys. girls. boys. boys. boys.boys with big ears, bespectacled boys, and boys with sticky fingers.birthday presents shiny and pretty.she was seven years old.today was her birthday.the sun was bright between the splish-splash of april showers.and there were rainbows and a new bicycle with a big, red bow.it was her birthday.she was seven years old.today.laughter. smiles. dancing.spinning until she was dizzy.giddy with joy.dancing with a boys.the pretty boy.the boy with big ears.then the left-handed boy.then the bespectacled boy.and the boy with sticky fingers."let's go upstairs"he said"this is like a doll's house"he said.as he led her, by the handinto an abandoned space.