“Meanwhile in our own lives, we have no choice
but to be the protagonist, to drive the story forward,
see it through to the end”
–Elizabeth Kerper, “A Poem in Which Jennifer Finstrom Is Not the Protagonist”
You sometimes wonder if you
are the protagonist of a romantic comedy
series streamed by interdimensional
beings, imagine that you and your
decisions are being discussed
during the daily commute in some
parallel universe. You can almost tell
where episodes end, where there are minor
cliffhangers and significant plot points,
and it was almost surely the end of a season
when you started out on one date but
ended up on another the next day,
still in the same dress, kissing a different
man near the entrance to the Monroe
Red Line before finally going home.
You turned 51 just over a week ago
and have spent most of that time
wondering why one man isn’t texting
you but still going out with another.
At brunch with a friend yesterday,
you tried to come up with a new plan
to approach the discomfort of feelings
and didn’t have much luck. You
determined that shopping helps, as does
writing poems. You go to the Edgewater
Antique Mall after brunch and buy
a decorative brass fan to hang on
your wall, hold it to your chest as you
wander among the cases filled with holiday
figurines, jewelry and paperweights,
as if it could protect you, as if it could
ward off whatever is coming next.
Jen Finstrom is both part-time faculty and staff at DePaul University. She was the poetry editor of Eclectica Magazine for 13 years, and recent publications include 8 Poems and Escape into Life. Her work also appears in Ides: A Collection of Poetry Chapbooks and several other Silver Birch Press anthologies.