Tuesday, August 30, 2016

upholstery by Catherine Weiss

woke up alone
my first thoughts
tarnished pennies
i didn't bother to collect

tiptoed room to room
opened curtains by rote

i’ve faded into the background—
the transition has been seamless
my flannel shirt aligns flawlessly
with the plaid wallpaper of your parlor

i’ve become just another piece of furniture
hoping to be made useful


Catherine Weiss is a poet based in Western MA. She has been published in such journals as Voicemail Poems, Melancholy Hyperbole, Jersey Devil Press, and Yellow Chair Review. Catherine enjoys competing in poetry slams, hanging out with her dogs, and playing ping pong.

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