Maleficent
Maria S. Picone
| poetry
i.
in seventh grade I learned to pray
in Spanish is rezar
edged like razor,
work & worship,
I learned adoption
was life’s sword:
maldición//malediction,
bendición//benediction,
doubled & edged beatitude
I should give thanks, I learned—
ii.
she left her blood
woven throughout. her curse,
benison, her hope, imprecation,
I learned
in high school, Latin cursus:
track, trajectory
swooping back. pendulum
defixio. to fix her, defix her;
to defix her, fix her. gladius,
sword of God, I raise
my voice, recite this oration//erasure,
as taught, to give
praise: gladiolus flower bowing
crimson in the pews. I learned
iii.
head bowed, do the work,
the worship: gladius dei. mater dei. kneel before
my saviors; savor gratitude. I learned
what words are twinned:
alma, soul; ala, wing. why cracking
open language never made for you
cleaves, gladius meus,
mater mea: pray, mother,
that you are not made-bad
making bad, not the bad-doer
doing bad works, that your
progeny can narrate, orate,
explain away the curse
with which you leveled
her: swoop of sword, swoop of wing.
ala, alma. ala, 엄마, I learned
iv.
magnificat anima mea Dominum,
exultavit spiritus meus in Deo
salutari meo, quia respexit humilitatem
ancillae suae; beatam me dicent omnes.
the swoop of these words,
her same-sided wings,
the rezar of my life,
it cut
Maria S. Picone is a queer Korean American adoptee. She won the 2020 Cream City Review Summer Poetry Prize and grants from Kenyon Review, GrubStreet, The Juniper Institute, and elsewhere. She is Chestnut Review’s managing editor.
