Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Praying in the Monster

No one can tell me there aren't beasts

out there waiting to eat me alive.

Monstrous creatures with big claws,

mouths a whole person could easily

live inside. Come to think of it, it might feel safe

there, in that wet dark, a place I've missed

since birth. And maybe, if I'm quiet,

and crouch near a monster molar,

he won't notice, and I can grab

an incisor whenever he swallows.

And three days later, if I stay still,

alive, the beast may stride

to my own Ninevah, spit me out,

and guarantee tomorrow.

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