She took too much chili cheese dip.
And my Girl Scout friend Katie Johnson,
with a too thick, bland brown bob, told me
to tell her that she was taking too much.

I felt hot and stared at the Mill Street Mustangs
wood paneled stage. Looked sideways along
the potluck table that ended in the wall.
My cheeks were heavy with blood.
Save some dip for the rest.

I didn’t call her fat,
but I know that’s what I meant.

You should’ve seen her,
maybe seven. In her favorite outfit.
Gray and maroon raglan
a star graphic centered
and matching gray pants.
Hemline dragging on the floor.