Their Son

- Poggy Sunders

 

The little boy next door is banging

on the window with his mother’s shoe.

He appears here and there in different

parts of the house, looking out without

the musing we’d expect from a child

being raised by God-fearing Christians

of diverse backgrounds, unaware that

the house on the other side harbors

 

neighbor-fearing homosexuals.

When he looks at you, his parents are

sleeping and his crooked silhouette

keeps still as their dachshund barks out back.