"Police dogs in a dog groomer's window dressed as children. O the starched white pinafores, the lace-bordered undies, the patent-leather shoes! If you're going to sell your soul to the devil, go down that street and ask on the second floor of the house with the dogs."
Daniel Minty is a Poetry candidate at the Indiana University MFA program, a transplant originally from the Boston 'burbs. His work can be found forthcoming in BLOOM literary journal. He spends most of his time thinking about wild dogs, Buffy, and the things that go bump in the night.