Tag Archives: Kate Welch

There Are Things I Love About Being Home

The sound of plates clinking

just before “dinner’s ready!”

if I’m not the one calling,

already in position

on the countertop, laughing

stirring occasionally.

She is holding a glass of red loosely

The day slipping from her shoulders

A sweater hanging low around her elbows

with a tank top underneath.

Try this for me

does it need salt?

No, Mom,

it’s perfect.

Katherine Welch is a senior studying international relations at SUNY Geneseo. She spends lots of time journaling little poems, and a dear friend of hers from home (Webster, NY) encouraged her to share some with Gandy Dancer. If you ask nicely, she will probably knit you a scarf.

The Object Being Crushed Beneath Me

I can sleep almost anywhere.

I can get comfortable in strange positions and

places and I used to find this impressive–

bragging about how little I could rest and eat

and live, but lately, I have been concerned

that my mattress is wearing unevenly

because I can’t take up space on both sides.

And even with this knowledge I feel

bad for the mattress and not myself because

now I am acutely aware of the object being

crushed beneath me. I consider

the weight of my hips and wonder

how much damage they have done by existing.

Katherine Welch is a senior studying international relations at SUNY Geneseo. She spends lots of time journaling little poems, and a dear friend of hers from home (Webster, NY) encouraged her to share some with Gandy Dancer. If you ask nicely, she will probably knit you a scarf.