Sunday, December 26, 2021

I'm sorry, grandma by Giovanni Mangiante

back in 2014
I stayed a few nights
at my grandma's 
house.
I brought my laptop
and
slept on the couch.
after everyone
had gone
to bed
around midnight,
I began
my usual porn binge.

the next night
my grandma showed up
in the living room
a few minutes after
midnight.
she was wearing her
old lady pajamas
and had a roll
of toilet 
paper in her hand.

"here's paper in case
you need it" she said,
and left.

I stared at the wall
after she was gone
and let every
single
motherfucking demon
consume me.





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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