I wiggled my finger right into the top of the cake

Lawrence University Creative Writing Club Flash Fiction Poetry Selection

It didn’t matter that it was my estranged cousin’s wedding, 

Probably the best night of her life, 

Or that the cake was decorated to a perfection only 


for the likes of others

Or, that the strawberry garnish tumbled to the ground when I

bumped it with my thumb on the way in.

 I scraped my fingernail through the top layer of 

frosting, dermal layer, 

and scooped my way through the interior sponge. 


The aunts almost fainted as I licked it off my knuckles, myself 

blissfully rolling in the concession of why shouldn’t I