Two Poems by Ricardo Alberto Maldonado

THE PROJECT OF THE HANDS

Says I, part scattered,
part inclement.

I am glad for the liquor
of knives.

He smiles: matchbox,
crowns of cauliflower,

and dog-drawled.

I could fold my knuckles
into the mouth of a wolf.

It never gets easy,
not ever.

………………………………

ANTS PRESENT

On these ends, stout orioles
corroded:

skeletal tarps in a cardboard
nocturama.

Troupes congress
and pound southward.

Other thoughts, other
metaphors of descent: seven
jabs and vinegar jars—

I have my own strange notions.

A bull enters, blood
tongued.

It occurs to me to pedal.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ricardo Maldonado Ricardo Alberto Maldonado

Ricardo Alberto Maldonado was born and raised in Puerto Rico. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, Boston Review, The Blue Letter, and Bateau. He works at the Unterberg Poetry Center at the 92nd Street Y.

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