Americana by Marisa Silva-Dunbar


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Americana

Longing for the desert days,
spending an afternoon with you, at the casino—
sleepy by the hotel waterfall.

I used to dream about your leather jacket
and mirrored sunglasses,
and how you once told me
that even you were beautiful.

You’re out on the dry roads
chasing firefly trails, and collecting sea glass.
Do you miss the old thrift stores with red window paint?

Where’s your whiskey heat?
The soft brown leather of the corner booth in the lounge?
The slow drags of your cigarette, circles of smoke?

Memories playback on Super 8,
tangled in balloons and silver streamers,
flickering like an old neon sign.




Marisa Silva-Dunbar

Marisa Silva-Dunbar’s work has been published in Gargoyle Magazine, Conceptions Southwest, Whippersnapper Press, Immastar.com, and the UEA 2009 Anthology: Eight Poets. She graduated from the University of East Anglia with her MA in poetry, and was involved with the Milagros at Los Luceros workshop.