Self Portrait (as my worst fear)

Paper and walnut ink on wood panel with laser engraved text 

15.75" x 1" x 9 "each

2025

Poetry from The Water Cycle

We frequent the space that lies between us.

In this space, I am content squeezing my legs together to 

remind myself that my ovaries are still there

That the people on TV are still not eating

That I am getting older and angrier and the days 

longer. In the heat I dream her up 

Mourning the loss of someone who never existed

I dream she has my thighs but prefers to hide behind yours

When I reach out for you both, you are a fever

And like a marathon, like salt collecting on a shore, like the synodic month

I am running

The summer is a beast and I love you like the sun 

and the moon is just a phase always giving into itself, into the waves

into the sweat pooling on our chests