A Question. In an effort to join the conversation. However imperfectly. My ego begged me first not to show up. For two days. Now demanding me not to post. “Don’t you dare! There’s a microphone covering your face. Plus, you’re not a singer. Hear how your voice quivers.” But it’s fitting. That the microphone covers … More SAME. Showing Up. Imperfectly.
A Moment of Alt. Cumbia