Immortality can be the flower
growing out of a crack in the sidewalk,
a glass of whiskey left untouched
on the counter
that nobody dares to drink,
the stranger’s hand
stretching towards the last
remaining dog
on death row;
patting its head
and taking it home.
Immortality is the rowdy punks of the universe
imprinting themselves
into the sidewalks, the light posts;
like Kath at 16 years of age
walking into that store
with a bruised knee and a scar
running down her elbow,
blowing cigarette smoke on the cashier’s face,
calling him out on his bullshit,
and heading out
with a case of beer hanging
from her left arm,
undefeated.
Giovanni Mangiante, born on March 17th, 1996, is a bi-lingual writer from Lima, Peru. He has work published in Panoply, The Anti-Languorous Project, Dream Noir, Punk Noir Magazine, Minute Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, Eunoia Review, and has upcoming poems in Down in the Dirt and Open Minds Quarterly. In writing, he found a way to cope with Borderline Personality Disorder.
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