Steam

Catherine Weiss

i’m worrying about my body while looking in the opposite directionmy third-grade teacher calls my parentsto claim my constant eye rolling disrespects hershe doesn’t guess the scratchy pressure buildinguntil i send my gaze to the speckled ceiling for reliefhas only to do with the rotten hollow i feel growing in my center                 like a scooped pumpkin left molding in the sunsuddenly i am made entirely of armpits and breastsi don’t know about sex yet but i have formed the question not to ask                i hear the word blossom a loti’m dreading the world’s hunger and hoping to be found tastymuscles in my throat pull back and sideways                 i don’t know about anxiety yetonly that the days are stretched and if you pluck a too-tight string                 it will snapi’ve tucked taut the sheets on my twin bedthe things children won’t admit to wanting could fill an oceangrown-ups are making lists naming                 the perfectly normal developmentsbut it’s all pubic hair and maxi padsnothing about being eaten by giant dog-men                 nothing about whatever a child thinks fucking iswhen my eyes roll up                 it’s like pouring water on a screaming hot skillet                                 all i see is steam 

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Catherine Weiss
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Catherine Weiss (they/she) is a poet and artist from Maine, currently living in Western Massachusetts. Their poetry has been published in BOMB, Sixth Finch, Tinderbox, DIAGRAM, Up the Staircase, Fugue, and Taco Bell Quarterly. Catherine is the author of three poetry collections, most recently Big Money Porno Mommy, from Game Over Books in 2025. Their book Wolf Girls vs Horse Girls was a finalist for the Maine Literary Award for Poetry in 2022. Catherine was also the 2017 Grand Slam Champion of Northampton Poetry and has competed nationally. More at catherineweiss.com.

Big Money Porno Mommy asserts that desire is worth taking seriously—even when it makes us uncomfortable. This collection, grounded by a series of poems all titled “The Phone Sex Poem,” explores the author’s complex relationship to sex and power from childhood through adulthood, and how this tenuous balance relates to her decision to not become a mother. Big Money Porno Mommy offers no easy answers, but instead asks the reader to consider their relationships to porn, parenting, body, and innocence in hard-hitting, often very funny poems.

“These poems are smart, honest, and tackle shame in the ways I find realistic: skipping the self-love proclamations and just putting the past out there without judgment. This book is like a bat signal for all the anxious little freaks: write those poems. Yeah, those poems. The messy, the embarrassing, the nasty, the hard to categorize. Sylvia Plath could’ve never guessed that confessional poetry would get to this point. But what the hell else is poetry for than to put it all out there, just so someone can look up from your book and say, oh shit, me too?”
—Myles Taylor

“Big Money Porno Mommy is a collection I wish I had when I was questioning desire during my young girlhood. Using remarkable form with such range throughout, Weiss brings us another successful poetry collection interrogating what it means to feel physical and emotional desire. You’ll find poems about the unpaid labor of phone sex, pornography as a work of art, and the lineage of joy.”
—Maya Williams

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