glass
by Carl Santoro
He was seven.
How can you see through a solid object?
Why this solid object?
The adults don't seem to care.
My sister is pressing her nose
on the window.
She laughs and licks it.
I'm scared.
He was suspicious of glass.
He was seven.
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Captures the scene nicely.*
Weird stuff, glass. I like sheer, though. On women. *