Wednesday 5 May 2021

1 Poem by Juanita Rey


The storm rages
like a dozen of my parents’ arguments

I flip on the outside light.
A visitor is expected.

He runs up the stairs,
into my apartment,
as if the weather outside
is as calm
as an oxygen tent.

He says, forget
the bulb burning on the outside,
that I’m all the light
he’ll ever need.

He’s at the point
where downpours don’t matter
while I’m still
at the glow through
heavy rain stage.


Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet who has been in this country five years. Her work has been published in  Pennsylvania English, Opiate Journal, Petrichor Machine and Porter Gulch Review.

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