Still

Updated: 7 days ago

By Yash Seyedbagheri -

Empty space envelops. Even blasting Netflix, stillness rises. Coldness creeps upon me.

Some nights, I go for walks. Swaths of laughter rise, lilting, cracked, roaring, bodies move behind windows, en route to life, hugging, murmuring, shoving.

I try to snatch these small moments, but they slip.

I email classmates, but they’re absorbed in thesis pagination. Their own parties. I wouldn’t have fun, they say, describing carefully constructed social networks. Maybe next time.

Next times overflow.


I befriend Merlots, bitter, yet sweet, washing over me. I remember little, but still feel the thinness of fabric before I sink into gray slumber.



Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University's MFA program. His stories, "Soon," "How To Be A Good Episcopalian,” and "Tales From A Communion Line," were nominated for Pushcarts. Yash’s work has been published in The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.

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