[Realpoetik] HEIDI LYNN STAPLES
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Sat Jul 16 08:06:57 PDT 2011
THE ART LANDS
In the beginning was now, dreaming collarless
streams like a couple straying together into
mold rage. We whose first names are.
We, whose? Same zip’s ode. Uncertain’s weather.
Ore’s knot. The sky in knots weight for anyone;
The ground, slow river, is and uttered star’s green.
As I was. Fraying. A torn anecdote
hit my mutter’s vernal core, ripped dawn here’s
fence. Nobody was her. Are you glistening through me?
Do you even core what I’m a keening? I don’t brink
you flew. Dear, my puns and homing too ripple of,
every sing leaks the filial truth: we will go supped in flumes.
*Heidi Lynn Staples* is the author of *Dog Girl *(Ahsahta 2007) and * Guess
Can Gallop *(2004). Her poems have appeared in *Chicago Review*, *Denver
Quarterly*,* Ploughshares*, *Women's Studies Review*, and elsewhere.
Currently, she is finishing up a PhD in Athens, GA.
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