• Masuma Sultana

House Visit

white police officers, one woman, one man, strangers

an older woman, the man much younger, casual clothing, no visible weapons

shattered glass – assumed domestic violence from an anonymous neighbour

the man invades my little white room, beige in comparison while he’s stood in it

to ask, collectively not individually, if us women of the household are okay

while the woman distracts the men of the household with question after question

we hold ourselves in discomfort

what did we think would happen?

we’ve not had a visit like this in years

this shattered glass splinters into endless little pieces


I still wonder about the concerned stranger who made that call


By Masuma Sultana