Dehelixing Adora (A Colonial Madrigal)
by Paula Mendoza
A battery of violents, and still the heart
data proves inconclusive.
Do our deficients coerce? I malign
your sovereignty. Alas, my talon’s
no match for your drone.
Police the alleys in this speech.
My theory stiffens your discipline.
Slavishy, this thought pulverizes love
into something I can breathe.
I can’t breathe.
Mauger my dread, I convolute to you, sahib.
O, durable truth of my adoration!
Mistake me again, I am
ugly with lust.
This weeping is consensual.
Your episteme is my ontology.
I, island adjacent, of redoubtable
splendor. Dear pirate. Plunder.