By Sam Piccone

The dogs behind the glass

are always

looking

around

through half shut stares.

Like I’m supposed

to want to press my lips

against the glass

and pretend

what it feels

like to kiss

their peach fuzz foreheads.

but then I realize

that I’m behind it too,

from the opposite side,

and that I’m actually

in the

kitchen, cutting

sausages, looking at the dog

through the window.

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Sam is currently a student in the Masters of Writing and Publishing program at DePaul University in Chicago. He has a B.A. in English from the University of Northern Colorado. His work has appeared in the Fort Collins Rabbit, Eudaimonia Review, Threshold, Thick with Conviction, Haggard and Halloo, and Earthborne Review. His chapbook, From Behind the Smoke Inside was selected as a finalist in the Eudaimonia Review’s 2011 chapbook contest.

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Friday, July 1st, 2011 7:55 am
Categories: Issue 5.1, Poetry