Portrait of a Fish in Bowl Print

Metallic Glossed Print 

We Lock Ourselves in Her Room, Her Parents Will Be Home Soon

She tells me, This will bury us one day. How a woman can love a woman in fragments.

She says, The real danger of this world is women with bodies.

My hunger salts her skin, my head on her chest. Can I build a house here? Will flies swarm the bodies we leave behind? Will our dust become the moons mothers pray to?

She replies, This building will someday sink.

She presses her hand between my thighs and some city in some state collapses.