Name of the piece published by BCC:
When/where was it originally published:
Ghost Heart Literary in 2021
What is the background of the piece? What led you to write it? What’s your process?
As you might imagine, this was an early pandemic piece, written when all the lit noise was about how
we shouldn’t write about the pandemic, not because we didn’t have perspective on it yet (which would
almost be reasonable but for the very premise of telling people what they can and cannot write) but
because it was, somehow, cringey. I reject cringe. I reject the concept that we should be shame-faced in
front of others and let that guide our actions. Anyway, I was of the mind that it was happening to us, it
was a mass trauma that we could not pretend ourselves out of, and, someday, even the fiction could be
valuable as a reflection of the times, which is what all literature ultimately is.
We lived in a basement apartment when shelter-in-place came through. No one had been stomping
around above us for two blessed months. Then, suddenly, someone moved in. I was struck by how
isolated we could be while experiencing the intimacy of living like stacked sardines—there was no
meeting the neighbors, no shooting the shit, no exchange of numbers. There was only fear and
devastation and solitude. One or two nights early on, I could hear our new neighbor crying, which
inspired the occasion of this piece.
How did you feel when it was first published and how have your thoughts or feelings on the piece
changed from then to now?
It’s grown on me. I didn’t think it was much of anything at first, but now I feel it really strikes at the dual
bleakness and hope of what some of us were feeling at the time. Three years on, the isolation has taken
its toll, will continue to take its toll. None of us are okay, I don’t think.
Is there a specific message you’d like readers to take away from reading this piece?
I don’t consider it my job to tell people how to interpret my work.
Where can readers find more of your work? (Website/social media, etc)
All my work is linked through on my website, jasminesawers.com. You can find me, for the time being,
sailing that sinking Twitter ship @sawers.