A Poem By Jennifer Goldring

I could not stop thinking

so I listened to French operauncorked a bottle of Tikal Malbecwashed the dishes and left my hands wetfed the dog again and he did not eatso I sliced apples and at the sliverswith an English cheddarstripped naked and lookedat my form in the mirrortook a shower and the mirror foggedso I used my finger to trace my figuresleep was out of reach, I recited RoethkeI made up stories about you in CaliforniaI thought about your wriststhe thick bone and blue-green veinson the smooth undersideI considered your handsand the last time they touched methe phone never rangand I checked the connection

Jennifer Goldring is a writer, photographer and editor in St. Louis. She has an MFA in creative writing and a BA in economics. When she isn’t writing, taking photos, or hanging out with her two children she is Managing Editor for december magazine. Her poetry can be found in Architrave, Tar River Poetry and other publications. Her photography can be found at Juniper Tree Studio.