Black (W)hole Print

Metallic Glossed Print 

Before the Light

There was stone breaking off                                                                              into beaded glass. There was a line                                                                 between you and me. Sometimes    it shifted into clouds. Other times it streaked                                                                   open into a mountain                                                                                                             of stars. You try to fill up

                                                                   the empty, fling                                                                                                 hot ember into sky. You ask me                                                                                           if I’m happy. I kiss your shoulders, expect                                                                           wings to burst out. I want                                                                                                 to drag down moons                                                                                                             with blistering hands.

At all times, we are not breathing                                                                                  but I am flailing as if to swim, you are flailing                                                            as if to save me. This is what begging feels like.