A ceramic bowl full of sugar. My sisters and I wore knee length skirts in the house. We were the unrefined, raw and loose crystals that needed to be poured into a bowl. My mother was another wild one my father had tamed. She was his sugar in a sachet. Bright, yellow bananas were also placed in a ceramic bowl, but without great fanfare or symbolism. My sisters were not allowed to see anyone at middle school. My father loathed peeling bananas. It was a bother to take the skins off, but he always checked whether we wore our undergarments before we left the house.
Anum Sattar is a sophomore studying English at the College of Wooster in Ohio, USA. Her poems have been published in the American Journal of Poetry (Margie,) Off the Coast, The Journal (i.e. The Journal of Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry,) Wilderness House Literary Review, Poydras Review, The Wayne Literary Journal, Deltona Howl, The Ibis Head Review, Rabbit Catastrophe Press and Tipton Poetry Journal. She won the third Vonna Hicks Award at the college. Whenever possible, she reads out her work at Brooklyn Poets in New York City. She would like to thank her parents and her professor, Daniel Bourne