Turning four made the Pocahontas outfit go to my head.
Emily told me to be careful as we raced through the woods,
back to ponies and teepees. A backward glance slammed me
into the ground. I kabobed myself with a stick,
straight up my nose.
My grand entrance was upstaged by the bloody twig stuck to my face
but Emily never said, “I told you so.” Now, when she tells me
about her South Beach stockbroker fiance
that can pay surrogates so she won’t lose her figure,
I wonder how to swallow “I told you so.”
Katie DiGangi is an undergraduate student at the University of Tennessee majoring in creative writing. After graduation, she hopes to pursue an MFA in creative writing.