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By Yash Seyedbagheri
Home during quarantine, I rearrange my bedroom.
I’m an editor.
First, I line up my computer. Pull up edits marked in sharp navy
blue. Pepper the desk with half a dozen Diet Pepsis.
I strip my bed of soft moon-themed sheets. Take out the old
train set with switch tracks and the power to crash without
Laughter rises in my mind, squeaky, unfiltered.
I remove Goosebumps splayed across my desk, smile thinking of
psychopathic piano instructors and time-traveling cuckoo clocks.
I carry each item to the closet. Drape blankets over everything.
Tuck edges with tenderness.
Blankets aren’t big enough.
Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. 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 or is forthcoming in SmokeLong Quarterly, The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Write City Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.