Juanita Rey

Because my needs

are so painfully modest,

they leave my dreams

awkward and bewildered.


I pay the rent on time.

The grocery bill does not break me.

“Comformarse” –

that should be the

embroidered sampler

pinned against my wall.

“Make do,” as

my neighbor Sylvia says.

But how do dreams make do?


On the job, I forget

what other jobs I could do.

My friends are just close enough

to leave no way in for others.

My time to myself

doesn’t stretch much beyond sleep.


I could have it a lot worse.

But since when

is that something to look forward to?

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.