The pocket watch meant something to her
She didn’t want to be like Golem saying, “My precious,” and disintegrating into the coveted object. The gold, the crystal, the visible mechanism, the delicate chain. Sometimes she told people it was her grandfather’s. Actually she paid $12.50 for a box of questions from the storage place on University Avenue.
Carol Dorf seeks to balance poetry, math, a daughter, a husband and two cats. She is poetry editor of Talking Writing and teaches mathematics at Berkeley High. Her poetry has been published in Spillway, Sin Fronteras, The Journal of Humanistic Mathematics, Scientific American, Maintenant, and Best of Indie Lit New England.