Shruti Swamy

First Date

First Date

I miss you when the music starts and then when it stops I’m just waiting for it to start again—I miss you in all those spaces in between the music. I go to

Home

Home

This was the way she felt: as if it had been raining ever since the day she was born and that there was something angry in her stomach, a skunk maybe, feral and

The Green Tree

The Green Tree

The day we moved in, my parents were bickering quietly and preoccupied with sofas, televisions, disgruntled movers, and fragile lamps and too many boxes. I had