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Issue 2 Poetry

This Peso

This peso

it’s my lucky coin

an amuleto

pressed into my childhood palm

a cushion

but now suspended 

from a chain

around my throat.

It’s blessed 

for no reason

other than that

she said it was.

It could 

have just 

as easily been

a pebble

commonplace 

from the garden

or

the shed skin

forgotten

of a snake.

That was the age

childhood

in which I believed.

So here I am now

years later

not a child

but in bed

with a fever

cruel

my face sweating,

a fiery mockery

of the February chill

outside.

But

my charm

this peso

still hangs 

loyal

between my breasts.

This peso

 my lucky coin.

An amuleto.

It just

so happens

to be bad luck

cruel

at the moment

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.