What I Know
“She’s so little,” they cooed. “She probably doesn’t understand what we’re saying.”
They smiled at my presumed naiveté
as if watching a clueless newborn puppy
attempt to walk,
skidding and sliding over slick floors.
I’d smile back,
the corners of my mouth pulling up
as if being tugged by marionette strings.
But I knew more than they could have ever imagined.