Dog Girl

Heidi Lynn Staples

A sample poem from the book

Fonder a Care Kept

I was barn. I was razed.

I was mot this flame with no’s sum else blue’s blame noir yearning down the house.

No, it was I and I blank I bandit blather that louse that fiddle-dee-dee little lame chimera that came as the name yes different.

I wracked my refrain, that blousy souse.

I was bard. I was crazed.

I was dog girl’s shame.

So, I culled my maim. My maze read, you heave to rip rove your aim (she knock-knocks my nows and raves my here a quickened tousle), spell your dreams with a big and, and play for the game. I was har. I was phrase.

I was aroused by many’s uttered same.


Copyright © 2007 by Heidi Lynn Staples