Rhiannon LoweMaker, Curator, Arts administrator
And so I'm sitting here, on the same couch, but a few inches in from the armrest, wondering if she'll notice, make a record, bring it up later. She's all angles and short hair, flicking her eyes up towards the clock on the wall above my head. The homemade cards are gone from the little ledge. Out of the window are the backs of tall terraced houses I looked at last week. I stare at my black jean knees and bright blue dirty trainer feet instead.