Tazeen Fatma, Poetry 2022 Longlist

One Too Many

He walks out the door to pick up the steel bowl
that he accidentally threw while emptying the leftovers.
She asks him to let go saying, “We can get another one, Dad.”
He remains quiet but reluctant.
He has been through an era when he had just one bowl.
He would knead the dough in it, roll it into bread, and dine in it.

She eats in chinaware. 

She has broken several dishes to pieces.
She values comfort.

He values the effort behind it.