Juania Sueños

I CHANGED MY NAME

to Leonarda, swapped the o from Leonardo

to confirm I was now your daughter.

You were my first step

father. This made the family laugh,

and you flashed that cool smile.

Your mustard, snake-skin boots

a beam of charm in the room

and a belt to match.

 

At school everyone said, he looks so young,

que guapo. I was proud.

Some evenings you put on 

expensive cologne just to drive

me around in your blue truck 

changing Bobby Pulido’s song

to a joke voy de pelado,

shameless. And you weren’t joking.

 

Ma told me you bought the truck 

with money you took from the drawer 

while she pulled her hair

out turning llantos to maldiciones,

watching tortillas fall on the floor

along with her dreams

of a family. 

 

Sometimes I ask her what’s become of you. 

He is an alcoholic. Never stopped. Pray for him. 

Instead I remember the red plastic jeep 

you sent one Christmas, how excited I was 

to show it off and say it came from La Planta, 

I misheard Atlanta, so every time I rode 

around the plaza, I imagined you 

like that little boy climbing up a big 

stalk only to find a curt giant 

blocking the entrance to the skies. 

 

I must confess, sometimes you are

a character in my novel, 

rastros de un rostro, 

an unfinished portrait

filled in by one-sided details. 

Though most days, I don’t think of you, 

except with my windows down

one hand on the wheel 

the other dancing in the wind

My voice singing voy desvelado

Juania Sueños is a Chicanx cursi. She is bad at writing bios, but excellent at finding peculiar objects on sidewalks. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Texas State & other boring credentials given to her by institutions. She is a cofounder and editor of the Infrarrealista Review. Juania is currently working on a novel based on her family in hopes of highlighting the West’s impacts on Mexico. Her work has appeared in Acentos Review, Sybil Journal, New York Quarterly Review, The Skinkbeat Review, Porter House Review, & other places... Full Profile