Paula Mendoza



Dehelixing Adora (A Colonial Madrigal)

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.