I can hear the dog on the other side of the screen
but I can't see her
This is freedom.
I'm cooking, there is no dog on the small rug
I don't have to look at that staring dog face
asking relentlessly for food
This is freedom
I don't see the TV, or the man lounging about,
A white screen blocks it all, and I enjoy
the view into the open dishwasher,
it waits patiently for me to finish
my cooking and cleaning without
a sigh, a look or a complaint.