A Caged Bird Sings
Katrin Wolf, The Vienna Review
March 2011
A tigress rattles the bars of her cage. But her paws are just gloves, her tiger-face just a mask – below, she is an ordinary woman, wearing an orange apron over her dress and slippers. She looks furious, despite the idyllic scene behind her: Her husband is reading a newspaper, a little boy and girl are having a fight, as siblings do, and a baby plays in a playpen. We do not know what she might see in the distance, outside her caged window. The walls around it dissolve in a misty white, and seagulls emerge from the distance. […]