There is another world / but it is inside this one


Inside the hamster’s cage, beneath its glowing-
igloo hideaway, there is another. Underneath

the stack of substantial orange paperbacks,
realms of highly intelligent dwellers. Beside

the fish bowl, a portal to three doors down
where the potter resides in her basement

of blue ceramic Buddhas. Deep in the gut
of a jay, a delectable station. The other world

is inside this screen door, so come on in.
Here, where I stash three kinds of milieu,

several twisted, fleshy roots. Over here,
where there’s this other, where language

waxes, where impermanence isn’t a word,
where the chief inhabitants have no tongue.

Inside this crevice, where words and intonations
coalesce in a place that’s here and not.

-Martha Silano

*Originally published in Monarch Review.

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