There will be a protest for the rights of tinies
to be treated as poorly as everyone else.
All the posters for it are taped five feet up.
Jen has heard rumors of war on Nextdoor.
We mill about on her cluttered desktop
whispering the same words everyone else does:
nazi, fascist, first amendment, milk.
Everybody already knows every truth.
Tinies don’t exist, are crisis actors created
by Industrial Light and Magic. This is
a government op. Someone posts confidently
about the Protocols of the Elders of Lilliput.
There are times when I am sure I do not exist
because I am too small to leave footprints in the sand
but Jen says that was when she was carrying me.
Her eyes are too far away to tell if she’s joking.
There will be a counter-protest to remind
the small people that they will always die small.
We know, goddammit. We know.
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