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.