SANNA WANI | POETRY

for the little god.

Used a potato peeler
to slim down my cheekbones.
Pressed a penny into my throat
with a sledgehammer.
Don’t know where my singing voice has gone.
I swear I saw it somewhere here
last year, kicking a pebble around.

.

.

the earth is soft.

mama, did you hear? 

late
last night
someone
saw mr. mohammed
digging
himself a grave
with his
bare
hands

 

Sanna Wani is a Kashmiri undergraduate student at the University of Toronto, studying Religion and Astrophysics. Her work is featured in Glass Poetry Press, Manifest Station and Half a Grapefruit Magazine. She is Editor-in-Chief of Acta Victoriana and the 2017 winner of the Norma Epstein award for poetry. She is usually thinking about flowers, birds or trees.

2018-08-29T23:12:58+00:00