My loves, my life, and my breath now

I went to go see Cigarettes After Sex with my lover at the time and was compelled to make a white dress to the concert — a white maxi thing, to the floor. I wanted him to see me in a white dress. Something in me spoke. And I began to sew on leather letters which would spell out my name. I sewed in the car on the way to the MODA with needles I bought from the public market.

We broke up and an acquaintance painted letterwork onto it later

Thus began the brides

meant to love, grieve, and subvert