I don’t look up, but feel the table vibrate as a chair is pulled out from under it and curious arms fold themselves across from mine… “Hello.” Although my eyes are reluctant to pull themselves…
christina rivera // essayist & author // MY OCEANS @ NUPress Sp'25
I don’t look up, but feel the table vibrate as a chair is pulled out from under it and curious arms fold themselves across from mine… “Hello.” Although my eyes are reluctant to pull themselves…