This poem was written by Ashaki M. Jackson using words generated by Terry Wolverton through fevered writing. Comments by Ashaki on the process of writing the poem appear below.
Statement about the Process
The process of uncovering a poem was challenging. I often found a statement among the words but didn’t know what it immediately meant. The context felt dark because my fevered writing was dark — a likely reflection of what was happening with the current administration’s decision to aggress nations on our country’s behalf. So, I wrote that physical fraction in the form of a contrapunctal. That way I could be of two minds– one about resistance and another about what I need to sustain myself. The words came together in an interestingly confrontational way; each felt as if they were present to body-check or threaten. I feel like that more often these days—as if I need to be louder and wilder to be heard.
This poem was written by Terry Wolverton using words generated by Ashaki M. Jackson through fevered writing.
KNIFE AND SPOON
Give it to me now, that mother
of all bikini-clad bombs. Roll
me in the theatre of need.
Harden when I sweeten, when my
purse empties. Feed my push and pull.
Take comfort in the slow glow. Make
me yell, “Democracy” when skin
begins to burn. Where did you learn
that? Bomb in my womb like a star
singing. BOOM will be the soundtrack
to all American stories
from now on. Do you think I can
wake up? The milk is on the ground.
The only safety is the dim
sleep after daylight. Children dress
in pelts, women in flags. We’re shagged
a piece at a time. Blood in my
throat. No frog sounds in the blue air.
I never had a vagina,
only a secret recipe.
Make me cry for patriarchy.
Make me a cake of sacrifice.
We can’t consider what we don’t
remember. There’s an outage
of outrage. Eternity’s hard-won
and smells of light. Gather the bones
now, smother seeds in the soft ground.