Kimmy Sophia Brown


Apr 6, 2018

I am three.
I was spanked for some reason
so I crawl into the dog bed
with Smokey, our labrador retriever.
He is kind to me, concerned. I sob into his fur,
he licks me. His bed is a pile of small rugs
on the kitchen floor,
I crawl between his legs and lay in his embrace.
They don’t bother me there.
Smokey doesn’t like other dogs.
When we move to Cassville
he gets in a fight
He kills or injures another dog.
My parents tell me
“We took him to a farm where he won’t fight
with other dogs”
For years I beg to visit him.
They say we can’t.
About five years later I’m playing dolls
with my friend Sandy. We’re about ten.
I say I want to visit Smokey.
She says, “My parents said your parents
put him to sleep.”
I confront my parents when I go home.
They can’t believe I’m still thinking about him.

Kim lives in Maine, which is lovely, and where she continues her enthusiastic relationship with Art, Music, Nature, Books, Animals, Humor and Trees.