Nick Cobarruvias first heard Kamala Harris speak while plating tostadas in the kitchen just a room away. It was 2019 and the presidential candidate spoke about triumph and perseverance; before he knew it, the chef-owner of Otra had stopped plating food. Once the speech ended he returned to his body

I don’t see me. For who can find a phantom? I am nothing. I am hollow. I am dust. I’m fat and Latina. I belong to a phantom culture; a society that solely exists as a result of colonialism and where women were born in their mother’s beds to midwives.