Brett Elizabeth Jenkins currently lives and writes in Albert Lea, MN, with her husband and no children. Her work
has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Potomac Review, PANK, elimae, and elsewhere.
I bought some string cheese today that expires
on your birthday and thought to write you.
I was going to say that I cannot understand why
your parka has not been bought from the Salvation Army yet
(it was a very good parka—it kept you warm
that winter we did not have a car), but all I can think to say
is that I cannot seem to find a way
to say you are gone.