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I Give You My Heart / Os Doy Mi Corazón

I find myself on my feet with fifteen leaves.

Everything carries its own light on the walls.

I woke up to slaughter, my heart opening

to cemeteries of moon—

the parasites, the drizzle. The mud crowning

the undergrowth with immense sadness.

I knew death when I dressed

in my uniform.

I found the index of solitude: my country

in its legal jargon, its piety, its fiction—

Yes. It loves me, really.

I give my blood as the blood of all fish.

Me encuentro de pie con quince hojas.

Brilla todo en los muros.

Desperté en su sacrificio: mi corazón se abría

entre cementerios de luna—

los parásitos, la llovizna. El lodo coronando

la maleza con mustios grandes.

Supe de mi muerte al vestir

de uniforme.

Encontré el índice de soledad: mi país

en su jerga legal, su piedad, su ficción—

Sí. Me quiere, de verdad.

Doy mi sangre como la sangre de todos los peces.

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Exit, with the Body

And out of remorse, I would pay

my debt with medicine—

I’m a Latinist, empirically, with my butane

flame. I would

1. Keep out of all cities

2. Raid the costume shop marvelously for Clarence’s head

3. Speak seditiously in society

—yet I would pull verdicts and revelation from Life.

And on the Internet

I browse for an answer to the coarseness

of the age, the erotics of the West I now give as émigré.

When in doubt, I go to the dictionary.

I put the utensils in the sink.

The fish dressed in newspaper burn in my reply—

two quietly listening minds hush, feeling, constantly, nostalgia

for the world.

from The Life AssignmentFind more by Ricardo Alberto Maldonado at the library

Copyright © 2020 Ricardo Alberto Maldonado
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Four Way Books.

Layaway

First, we would give in to disloyalty

with slack exchanges.

We were figuring what it might be like to live

knowing, intimately, conflicts with size.

Look, my life is not what I would like it to be.

This year, mornings imply an act of bravery.

Look, the window displays are changing.

We could prove what we have yet to dispraise.

All the males have mated and move on

in the city’s red gloss.

from The Life AssignmentFind more by Ricardo Alberto Maldonado at the library

Copyright © 2020 Ricardo Alberto Maldonado
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Four Way Books.

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