Poetry Showcase: 4 poems by Marisa Silva-Dunbar

(c) Stephen Abbott drawing of Ava Gardner

Dear Ava Gardner,

I worry I will never be a woman like you. 
I have not mastered the breathy pitch nor 
The come hither drawl that slipped between
Your ruby shined lips

I am no femme fatale, 
no temptress in a slinky black dress. 
I wish the red lacquer stayed on my
nails, that I’d never bite them or scrape off
the polish. And I feel like such a child
when I see photos of you, only 20
perfectly put together, already
hourglass, dewy skin and bee-stung lips
deliciousness. 

But you were still more—dancing away the night
in Spain, seducing bullfighters with those
dangerous eyes. The smirk of a woman
who beat a self proclaimed chess master 
the first time you played a game. His ego
was so bruised he never played you again.

Cellophane and Dismay
              for Mel


I.

Early March—I felt like petals unfurled 
in my ventricles and atria. Bouquets 
of brightly colored flowers, burst 
through my chest. I am opening—
blossoming with purgation.
    
I welcomed you with offerings
of Olea europaea cradled near my waist. 
Come let’s shed a feud ruled by an empty man.

          		II.
Your best friend said I haunted your thoughts too 
during that Denver November. I was not alone 
on the qui vive—rivals for someone who didn’t
know how to love. To anyone who would ask—

he was your former paramour, both of you volatile 
elements exploding when you soaked your skin
in vodka and beer on lonely nights. But those moments
were long distance—I was a witness, lying next to him
when his phone would shine with your 5AM messages,
3AM calls—and these mushroomed into the pandemic
meadow of 2020, two years beyond the few months 
you said you were the black mold in the corner of the room. 

That facade is eternally fragile, and decaying.  

        		III.
I foolishly thought this would be more than a frigid peace—
that candor would flow like honey from the hive on late a June
or early July afternoon. That we could both be children
finding sagacity under the full Strawberry moon. 


Astral Influencer

I am the daughter of the messenger god;
the Moirai have sent me to untangle the threads 
in your hand. You like to stall when you must undo
the knots you create; fear a life without turmoil. 

You tell everyone you are chaos in a martini glass,
encourage them to watch you spill on asphalt,
on canvas, on your ex’s sweat covered dirty duvet. 
Pretend your drool is really his glittery cum—
your audience eagerly awaits the peep show. 

None of this is original; it rained starseeds 
into your mind. I tend to my garden nightly—
as they sprout in the soil of your dreams; 
even then some buds shrivel or rot. 

Now I am tasked with delivering your next idea
to your hotel room. I place the Eight of Wands
in your palm as you wait for your newest paramour 
to pour you champagne. Take the journey of 500
miles; design your life—watch the yarn unravel 
flow freely into yonder. This was always going to happen.

A Fresh Start

We drunk poison from the lips of those we love—
looked into the vast horizon at lives
that had only been mirages in the afternoon sun.

Let’s start a side business 
as fortune tellers for the end of the world.
We’ll read palms on the beach,
trapped in an eternal sunset,
the sky rose-gold—forever on fire. 

Lovers will still want to know 
what stars connect—if they are bound 
by the constellations or devoured by
black holes at the edge of the universe.

Watch the heavens melt like molten lava.
Hold my hand as we stand on the brink 
of the Autumn Apocalypse, waiting to be devoured. 


Bio: Marisa Silva-Dunbar's work has been published in Better Than Starbucks Magazine, Chantrelle's Notebook and Pink Plastic House. Marisa is the co-editor of the anthology "Kirstofia." She has work forthcoming in Sledgehammer Lit Mag, and The Daily Drunk Mag. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram @thesweetmaris. You can find more of her work at www.marisasilvadunbar.com .

2nd bio: Marisa is a Latina poet from the Southwest.  Receiving an M.A. in Poetry from the University of East Anglia.  Marisa also has work published in IceFloe Press, Mineral Lit Mag, Rising Phoenix Review, and Ghost Heart Lit.

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Marisa Silva-Dunbar






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