Democracy
'Wait a minute', she said,
like it was my fault,
'you mean the Titanic was REAL? '
Attention snapped open like a fan.
Her question made me uncomfortable.
I could feel her fingernails
dig themselves into my arm.
'Well, I thought it was', I shrugged,
'but, then, maybe it wasn't.'
poem by Morgan Michaels

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