Confession: I am haunted by our beginning— I see us on your porch the middle of monsoon season, under the green light. For weeks I felt like I was engulfed in flames every time I thought of you. You were immersed in your own haze—had been for months, and somehow you found me. There was no simplicity in that night: the hailstorm that covered the streets so it was December for an hour. The melancholy tinkling of the piano in a song you loved and had sent me earlier that summer— it blasted out onto the sidewalk during the witching hour. The besotted and foolish girl, who kept calling because she wanted you just one more time. The whole night was a fever dream, but you and I enveloped in the emerald light, floats to me when I wake.
Marisa Silva-Dunbar's work has been published in Apathy Press, The Hellebore, Horny Poetry Review, Dark Marrow, Dear Reader, and Marias At Sampaguitas. She is a contributing writer at Pussy Magic. Her work is forthcoming in Sybil Journal, The Charles River Journal, The Cabinet of Heed, Silk + Smoke, and Yes, Poetry. Marisa is the founder and EIC of Neon Mariposa Magazine. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram @thesweetmaris.