The Maynard
Spring 2016

Onjana Yawnghwe

Inside My House

Silent like the tear ducts of my eyes,
I stay coiled like a newborn snake.
There is nothing I need.

For entertainment I watch
the tug-of-war between
an elephant and a hundred men.

I have costumes for the hot season,
the rainy season and the cool season.
The King changes my costumes himself.

I don’t want to be seen,
to have voices address me.
This is what I have wanted, always.

My teeth are strong.
I keep them as sharp
as the fingernails of tigers.

No one knows that there are
390 steps to my house, and
sometimes it is very cold there.