Dehelixing Adora: A Colonial Kantá

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.
Slavishly, this thought pulverizes love

into something I can breathe.
I can’t breathe.

Maugre 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.