Everything Must Go • Matt Morris

It began with an ashtray
thrown onto the lawn.
Wall hangings ensued–mirror,

sconces, a knock-off Seurat
in shards, frame & all.
A mahogany coffee

table joined the heap,
followed by lamps & matching
blue wing chairs that fairly flew

out the door. The couch
barely budged, but provided
time for reflection

about what to fill it with,
the emptiness still inside.


Matt Morris has published in various magazines 
& anthologies. He lives on what remains of a f
arm on the side of a hill in the middle 
of nowhere with his schnauzer Barkley.