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Caiman Man

by Juanita Rey
His eyes and nostrils
float atop the surface.
The rest of him makes no sound,
no ripples.
 
I don’t suspect a thing.
Water is cleansing, purifying.
It’s not supposed to conceal.
 
He has a name
like any other man.
But his hunger
growls nameless.
 
I figure I’m splashing about
in perfect safety.
No caiman in this pond.
But all it takes
is one creature like him.

Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet who has been in the United States for five years. Her work has been published in Pennsylvania English, Opiate Journal, Petrichor Machine, and Porter Gulch Review.