At the Club

By Juanita Rey

The club is full
of wild unknowable creatures
but the bathroom 
is just a line of mirrors
that are happy to see women’s faces,
from the stoned and happy
to the drunk and disappointed.
We are here to splash and rub,
with lipstick and lotion,
apply more of what 
some of us are 
and some of us are not.
Outside is all noise and lights.
In here, the noise is reflection,
the lights are what we conclude. 

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