“Don't know where my singing voice has gone./I swear I saw it somewhere here”

Sanna Wani

August 29, 2018

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

 

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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.

Sanna Wani

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

 

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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.