Is this the face
of a tongue?
you Spanish?
this pasty winter olive
this summer hash brown
the color of a language?
you Spanish?
do I have a tilde
for a mustache,
an accent for a brow,
this head of dark waves,
the hair
of an idiom?
you Spanish?
is this
swarthy pupil
this cold stare
the eye of
speech?
you Spanish?
when i open
my mouth,
do you hear
a dusk of vowels
backward
brunette?
yeah you Spanish.
don’t understand
a word you say.
Sheila Maldonado is the author of the poetry collections one-bedroom solo (Fly by Night Press, 2011) and that’s what you get, forthcoming from Brooklyn Arts Press. She is a CantoMundo Fellow and a Creative Capital awardee as part of desveladas, a visual writing collective. She lives in uptown Manhattan where she is working on bloodletters, a book about a lifelong obsession with the ancient Maya. She was born and raised in Brooklyn, the daughter of Honduran immigrants.
http://sheilamaldonado.com