Being a Cage Manager in Las Vegas
They came to get me
Because I was the cage manager
But what did I have to do with it?
No one else can coax her, they said.
This is Las Vegas
Everyone has people skills here!
I run to the slot machines to help.
She is moving, I tell them
They all watch,
She takes a laborious breath.
Moves less than a centimenter
But movement no less
Why do they always come for me?
Am I the only one whose eyes are keen enough
To know that the sloth who refused to move
Is finally getting off the slot machine?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019