I could tell him now
the bank said no
but I will wait until
this sugar thickened tea
Our cameras had film on spools
that advanced with knobs.
Our socks had threads of elastic
that relaxed several washings in.
Our Cokes were spelled in cursive
just like now. We didn’t know
modern stuff like phones and rap
and what we were doing with Roundup
Just yesterday! We had fine boned tails
we swept from side to side. Mouths
we gaped and eyes we held unshut. Today!
We wake in old peoples’ skins, wear old peoples’ suits
in a lake we see the whole of
If babies drove cars
we’d need bigger roads
For months she gave herself to Simplicity 5108
– completed every step to arrive
at this pageant to compete with others
who have done the same. She regrets
the hat. The entire experience, actually,
and feels the clench in her gut that
says she has betrayed herself again
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.