I left my wine glass unattended
for a few minutes,
and next thing I notice
is two wine-covered flies
fucking sideways
next to it.
I could have used that moment
to reflect upon the irony of nature
and the role alcohol plays
amongst us living organisms,
instead,
I swatted the living shit out those two
because if I'm not the one fucking
in this room
then nothing else is either.
Giovanni Mangiante is a poet from Lima, Peru. He has work published in Newington Blue Press, Rusty Truck, The Daily Drunk, Anti-Heroin Chic, Heroin Love Songs, Rat's Ass Review, Three Rooms Press, and more. In writing, he found a way to cope with BPD.
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