There is an alligator at your feet
and before you see it
you step inside its mouth until
you fit all the way inside.
This is a safe place. Don’t think
now about reentering the city,
lengths of coffee shops, ghost birds,
impossible children at your feet.
A lamb in your arms licks at its leg.
A lamb in your arms is never just a lamb.
Natasha Kessler is a graduate student in the University of Nebraska's MFA program. She co-edits the online poetry journal Strange Machine and enjoys collaging when she is not poeming. Her poetry has appeared in Plainsongs, Plains Song Review, Alligator Juniper, Sub-lit, Sugar House Review, and Grey Sparrow.