Giovanni Mangiante


There’s a woman
that creeps up inside my brain,
and tangles
her beautiful long white
spider legs
around my weaknesses
when it’s late at night
and I’m alone
with the sounds of the cars
driving by the main

We don’t talk anymore,
but I still remember her way
of pronouncing certain
the o’s, the r’s, the l’s,
her pauses
between sentences,
so much I could
read a book with her voice
every phrase, every word,
with perfect accuracy;

pounding unrelentingly
like the bells
of an old colonial church,
pouring in
like good wine
into the cup of a dying man
in the times of
the black

She is the meowing of a cat
outside in the distance at three in the morning
when I can’t sleep—

the sound of footsteps in the hallways
that never arrive
at my door—

the dried up ink in the letters I wrote her
but will never reach
her hands—

she is the empty silhouette
of a head pressed against my pillow

Giovanni Mangiante, born on March 17th, 1996, is a bi-lingual writer from Lima, Peru.  He has work published in The Anti-Languorous Project, Dream Noir, The Rye Whiskey Review, and has upcoming poems in Down in the Dirt. He used to be an EFL teacher, but now he focuses only on writing poetry, flash fiction, music, and petting his dog Lucy. In writing he found a way to cope with Borderline Personality Disorder.

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