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Issue 2 Poetry

The Great Restaurant Confession

Must be

just

the atmosphere.

The lights.

That’s why I

find it so hard 

to eat.

It can’t be You 

you

seated opposite me.

It’s

those posters of Italy

inviting Us

us

from the walls

not

your warm eyes

freezing me 

my fork

half-way toward my tongue.

And the music

distracting

of course…

“That’s Amore.”

So what

what

if your fingers

with all their electricity

rub the back of my hand.

So what.

The décor

perfect.

Like you.

The sauce

superb.

Like you.

My taste buds

succumb.

But that’s all

I assure you.

am quite capable

of keeping my appetites

separate.

My face

lights up.

Bright.

I lick 

my lips.

Yum.

All because

you know

of the food

delicious

that’s passing

slowly

through my mouth

on the way

to my stomach.

I’m loving every minute 

every bite

of this.

Dinner.

But no way I’m savoring

taking slow 

what’s to come –

you know.

By Juanita Rey

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.