Ana Martinovic
Joined February 2021
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Somewhere Along the Colorado River
I am sitting at the kitchen table four feet from the sink. It is early morning, and I am the only person present. It is quiet in a loose sense. The only sounds I hear are that of the windbreaker I am wearing, brushing against itself, and the bottom of my coffee cup meeting the table. An attachment begins to form between the sounds and me.
By Ana Martinovic3 years ago in Psyche