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Dedications You are just here
to make me feel small.
I am an ant
on the bottom
of your shoe,
meant to be
squished.
You make me
feel insignificant
as if I already didn't.
So I become
downright invisible.
I have fallen behind in
I have fallen behind in reading your wonderful poems as they appear, and I apologize for this unintentional neglect. This reminds me of a science fiction story, from the thirties, that I first read in December, 1977 (when I was going through a situation very similar to what your poem describes) about a person (whether human or not I was never sure when reading the story) who began to shrink so small that atoms seemed like galaxies, and so on and so on. This poem reminded me of that situation,
J-Called