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A Vistor

A Vistor

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By Myka Greene

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let me be your wallpaper the image you see when you wake the break of light in your darkness the picture you wish to see every single time you look at your screen.

me.

i could be your wallpaper the poster child of a barricade, the thing you punish to confinement in your grip. i can be the outline of that figure, the ghost of what was once there.

i could be the wallpaper on your walls, i could be the thing you rip into pieces after you’re tired of seeing it. you want a change of scenery? you can tear me apart and mold another image, another accessory, another compliment of your existence just please don’t throw me away, don’t let me be forgotten.

Myka Greene

she, her, hers

College of Arts & Sciences

Class of 2022, English, Creative Writing concentration & Drama minor

Myka is a writer, poet, and filmmaker who was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia. In 2019, she began writing her first book, entitled Sanity Slip Songs, a collection of personal prose and poetry from the ages of fourteen to nineteen. With this, she attempts to confront the barriers between her identity and art production and has found sanction in the writings of Miranda July, Otessa Moshfegh, K-Ming Chang, Roxanne Gay, and Carmen Maria Machado. Her prose and poetry has been published in Iris Mag, Cut x Sewn Magazine, the feminist online journal That’s What She Said, and the online zine Plasma Dolphin. Along with writing, she is a filmmaker and has been writing and directing short films through Filmmakers Society on Grounds and through a Richmond-based production company called HOMA Pictures. This past summer she worked as a Production Designer for Micah Watson’s (U.Va. Class of ‘18) web series, Black Enough.

“This piece was a direct result of my loneliness and how it manifested into an existence of self loathing; I have definitely evolved but the feelings still remain in shadow.” Information about “A Visitor:” “This piece was simply a thought which came to me at night in response to my constant insecurities when dealing with lust and affection. It is not an easy feat to confront for me, or for many queer people, and this had led to a lot of angst.

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