self-less

sometimes i look inwards
(because it seems like the thing to do)
i see i am made of
shoelaces
wrapping paper
chicken bone
sea­glass
grape leaves
mud
and bits of old fencing
held together by twine

so many people have a self of their very own
a real self made of person-things
courage and sorrow
hunger and anger
i want to ask any stranger
how did you come by yours exactly?

i remember
you couldn't play
or talk
or read
and you died when we were nine
maybe you borrowed the self i had
because you needed it more
do you have it
in a mason jar
on a shelf in the pantry
well-used and well-loved
ripening

back to issue

Catherine Weiss is a poet and author living in Northampton, MA with a cat, a dog, and a human male. More about her writing can be found at http://catherineweiss.com. She also runs Rogue Particles, an online literary journal which can be found at http://rogueparticlesmagazine.com.