- 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
When he looks at you, his parents are
sleeping and his crooked silhouette
keeps still as their dachshund barks out back.