- An Extension of the Master's Domain
We are dealing with a kind of violence that is incomprehensible and we get mad at one another for wanting to try and speak it.
—from a lecture by Frank Wilderson
jangle the keys of my spinebluish words; we echo each othercavernswhere time and memorycollapse
put your mask on, put my mask onlick the desert of my face. when the hell comewe already hungry/waiting to smoke the fearwrapped in the tender brown leaves of our bodies
don't leave me. the words come out more like fuck youbitch, i don't owe you shit. we drown in amber, frozentogether and untouching. touch me. make me a womanin your image. god, meet eden. meet eve. meet lilith. meetdestiny, manifest welts under the lash of your tongue. now we
Black.
rivers and sieves and chapels and dreams and longing. Nigga,
fuck you say? Amen. stretch out your arms like no human has always doneprepare to meet a god that might actually be able to hold youhold us. [End Page 115]
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JOY KMT is a healer, poet, ritual artist, and cultural commentator. She has received fellowships and residencies from MacDowell, Callaloo, VONA, and Heinz Endowments. Her work is deeply influenced by afropessimism, afrofuturism, mothering, and conjure. She is published in multiple journals, anthologies, and magazines, including Black Quantum Futurism (Volumes 1 and 2), Black Girl Dangerous, The Feminist Wire, Adrienne, Pluck!, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Los Angeles Review of Books, and others.