Scattered

Give me a black room,
And a jar filled to its brim with
Sugar and salt.
I will sprinkle it all
Everywhere,
Let it disperse like a universe
Gradually expanding.
Then I will tell you that
This is what it’s like to be me:
Little pieces, scattered everywhere
Fleeting thoughts
And parts of me
In spaces that are shapeless and nameless

and random,
And I’m afraid sometimes

I don’t know which ones are where.


Sadia Ahmed, 2017

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