Our Share of Night

by Mariana Enriquez

“guardian” or “promesera,”

You have something of mine, I passed on something of me to you, and hopefully it isn’t cursed, I don’t know if I can leave you something that isn’t dirty, that isn’t dark, our share of night.

All fortunes are built on the suffering of others, and ours, though it has unique and astonishing characteristics, is no exception.