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Body Parts

poetry by Marisa Silva-Dunbar

Body Parts


I sit next to Mary in the circle at school.

She is always in sundresses, her long blonde hair flowing down.

Her bare skin is what draws attention to the curve of her shoulders,

the bones on her back. Her mulberry colored dress dips just below them.

She is my discovery of shoulder blades. I covet hers from the age of six on.



Clavicles, Antoinette is obsessed with them;

she lusts over one girl’s collarbone,

and the black stars that dart around it.

I think of my best friend at ten,

her bones were flawless,

just a hint to show she was slender, but healthy.

Dieting at eleven, I’d look in the mirror

knowing I was close to goal

when the outline of the bone pushed against my skin



When I’m twenty, Southern Charm’s waist

catches my eye in her leopard print bustier,

her long, rubied hair curling at the ends under the cup.

She’s Jessica Rabbit in black thigh-highs.

I think about silk and leather corsets,

the long line of the boning, and laces tightening,

the length of waist training.



My hands are porcelain doll small.

My best friend confesses she is jealous,

believes she has man hands,

but I like the tapered shape of her fingers, her long red nails.

Once, Andy pressed his hand to mine

at the Garden House after ordering a round of beer.


Marisa Silva-Dunbar

Marisa Silva-Dunbar's work has been published in work to a calm poetry zine, Amaryllis, Manzano Mountain Review, Bone & Ink Press, Midnight-Lane Boutique, Mojave He[art] Review, and Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine. She is a contributing writer at Pussy Magic. Her work is forthcoming in Constellate Literary Journal, The Charles River Journal, Angelical Ravings, and The Same. Marisa is the founder and EIC of Neon Mariposa Magazine. She is @thesweetmaris on both Twitter and Instagram.

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