trusting the holy instant while being flipped inside out by the love revolution. returning to darkness, my main bitch, a mine full of truth rubies.

Allah set these brown chairs up for us on the side of a road at night in hopes we would consider the multiple locations of knowledge making in the body for a sec. I sit beside myself, oppressor in one chair, oppressed in the other, we get really quiet.

I submerge my heart in loveblood by building an accidental altar. jesus and mary are there in whiteface and the knife has been sharpened.

Zahra Shahab is an artist based on the unceded territories of the Coast Salish people. She is interested in the word fantasy and the prophetic power of coaxing our imaginations beyond the confines of white supremacy: shahabibi.com

photos, drawings, text Zahra Shahab