NaPM April 05 2016

[Tiger the Lion]

Big Suck

Quicksand is slow
to the onlooker.
 
There are no horrified pedestrians
diving to your rescue.
 
This sucking depression
by their impression
is only ankle deep—
and it seems you're still smiling
some of the time.
 
You are a common cold
and there's cancer to be cured.
 
You feel the lukewarm puddle’s grasp;
hear the saliva in its teeth—
not quite silently seething.
 
Ravenous,
insatiable.