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Clarity knows how to turn your pain into an apology, but Nid Jeuniper has trained me a way out of this scenario.
Nid Jeuniper found me, not the other way around.
the most peaceful dagger is Deception
They stay off their feet as much as possible if they’re not at a race or practicing. They look like the laziest people in the world to others, but don’t get it wrong. Their time off is part of the work.
Remind yourself to give, and give often. It should be an active process. Remind yourself and do it until it gains the Momentum of LongevityEventually, the good acts get preserved like a stag beetle set in the resin of your soul.
I would feel better about it, and we could make it official
Chant the Chalisa for your peace.
Keep your boyfriendHe’s part of God’s Prophecy for You
Buckets Buckets full of holes.The good newsis that a leaking bucket can still be filled.It just takes a more continual effort.
Even if I’m stuck in the belly of a whale in the pit of the sea, I promise I’ll come to your wedding and deliver the speech.
If you say he’s great at the wedding, they’ll believe you. All of themBut you need to make it genuine
Navi, take a picture of us with your mind’s eye. Remember my red shirt; put it in the speech. That’s how you bring it to life, the little details. Anyone would want you around all the timeHow lucky I am, that I will get to see myself anew through you
Oh my, she looks solid
It’s the first thing I remembered
Swati Sudarsan was the runner-up of the 2022 So to Speak Contest Issue and is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and she has received support from Tin House, the Kenyon Review, Kweli Journal, and Martha's Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing. Her work can be found in or is forthcoming in McSweeney's, Denver Quarterly, The Adroit Journal, New Delta Review and more. She lives in Oakland, CA and works as a public health scientist.
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The Wedding After the Bomb
Somewhere far away, someone made a call, someone in power said yes to violence, and our friends would never get to see our friends say yes to love.
The Festivities of Dying
An old man walking by says, “When you laugh at someone’s pain, you’re dying inside,” and the model calls back, “No one’s in pain here, grandpa.”
“I’m staging an intervention,” my husband says. “I miss my wife. I can’t be married to scrambled eggs anymore. You have to see a therapist.”