Every no is a yes
in a no-colored dress
I dreamt they drove you to the hospital for emergency
endospleen surgery and that afterwards
it might be that you might not be
so taken with women
To become a circus family
you must make silver noise
in bright colors and tight corners
Owls knotted from gold flaked jute
caught our hearts.
And then repelled them.
We fancied their big beady eyes
and the act of construction, period.
Friends, that is a clown suit at my elbow.
Thank you for the oranges and the dishes
Thank you for the Slys and the Family Stones’s
“Thank you faletinme be mice elf
Upon the walls of this cave have we gravened
our gods. And trashed the place, to be frank.
Those parties, whoa, when was donned the gown
of the wild tongued iris.
Lead us out, little man.
We have given you the headband.
Nancy Kangas lives in Columbus, Ohio. Her poetry has been published in print and online, and for over a decade she edited Nancy’s Magazine. She writes and draws for Muse magazine, and often teaches poetry in residencies sponsored by the Ohio Arts Council. Nancy works as a cut-flower grower, florist and public librarian.