Sunday, February 20, 2011

Natasha Kessler


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 PlainsongsPlains Song ReviewAlligator JuniperSub-litSugar House Review, and Grey Sparrow.