The nerve in my shoulder
is tingling, pulsing, throbbing.
The doctor presses his fingers deep.
He’s coming from a healthy place.
My sinews are glad to receive him.

His wedding band glints
from the overhead light.
My breasts sleep in the
cups of my bra.

So he must be happy.
So I’m a young woman
with a very specific pain.

So why do his particulars drain me?
Why do mine give me
all the cover I need?


Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet who has been in this country five years. She has worked many jobs while studying to improve her English. She has been writing for a number of years but only recently have begun to take it seriously. She enjoys reading. Gabriel Garcia Maquez and Toni Morrison are particular favorites.