“No Means No” by Juanita Rey

Nausea is something

I can put my hands on,

push him way.

Feeling sick to my stomach

has a name,

a tough guy,

a souvenir of a night out

that I should have left

behind at the club.

Vomit spills from my lips

but it also walks on two legs,

loose and yellowish

but hard and bearded.

“If you do that again,

I’ll kill you,”

I snapped at him in my head.

“Get the fuck out of here!”

was where I got that from.

Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet, US resident. Her work has been published in Mixed Mag, The Mantle, The Lincoln Review, Lion and Lilac amongst others.