Tigers want one good reason why
mice should not rot in prison
then be crunched with honey on toast. Maybe
if a mouse squeezed an opera
that spoke to the fire of the tiger’s stripes, maybe
there could be some kind of mercy.
Three years later, eager for gainful employment
I answered an ad: customer assistance at a bathhouse.
All previous experience with baths
related to evenings, pajamas and beds.
I saw myself at a desk, smiling at wet people
who gently dripped and were so grateful
when I pushed to them their white terry towel.
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.