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Dimitri Reyes

Dimitri Reyes is a Boricua multidisciplinary artist, content creator, organizer, and educator from Newark, NJ. His first chapbook, Every First & Fifteenth won the Digging Press 2020 Chapbook Award and is currently in its second printing.. Some of his work is published in Vinyl, Kweli, Entropy, Cosmonauts, Obsidian, & Acentos. He is the Marketing & Communications Director at CavanKerry Press and an Artist-in-Residence with NJPAC. Find out more at dimitrireyespoet.com

Child Support


The courts can recognize man

by a recklessness of shooting

chromosomes and calling them

young black & brown sons,


the way baby boys are

birthed by mothers with

birth certificates and lone signatures

on lines with room for two


are the feeps of cameras on

Christmas and graduations,

good enough for Facebook tags

and quantifying congratulations


so he doesn’t stop at one baby

as long as he recognizes bodies

and bloodlines stay interchangeable,

as long as he assumes


the backs of women remain

like fulcrums to balance the weight

of carrying a boy

for 18 years


wherein this 18 years

he will take his own mother—

his dear, dear, life-giver

to her doctor’s appointment


and she will test

positive for a painful back

at such a bend

from raising he alone.



Doña Maria’s


She came to America wanting

to put precious moments figuras on a shelf

which she did around the restaurant.


What she really enjoyed was slinging orders of fried food

to the cops, kids, and viejos of the neighborhood

while singing Boleros. Don’t call her doña,


she prefers casa because she doesn’t serve her food

but offers the tastes of holidays and marriages

on any given day. Except of course, this love


is paid but you can bet there is home here

from opening to closing. Always packed,

always loud, always fragrant and Maria’s


hair is aired out now. More grasa than champú

where her English is ever clearer outside the store

than it was any other Monday evening.


With the rent higher than her 5-foot frame,

she looks at us in our coats, passing our stoops

and skateboards after another 8 o’clock closing.


She says see you tomorrow and we say

goodbye. Trusting that she is right.

Trusting she’ll come back home.





Both poems were originally published in Every First & Fifteenth by Digging Press

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