Writing

sometimes,

i close my eyes

and dream of a world

different from ours,

a world

where things feel less broken,

a world

I used to race my shadow down the sidewalk,

thinking if I ran fast enough

I could outrun time.

Now I walk slower,

because somewhere along the way

time learned my name.

I still sit in the same car seat,

My name is Giovani. I remember the filling of the snow falling from the sky. I come from Brazil, a country that has summer there every day for 365 days, the only place that snows is on the very south and that is not every time  that happens.

“Jack of all trades, master of none”

Cut me some slack

Please?

If two halves make a whole, why don’t 34 half-descents?

Can a lot of alright be good enough for you?

at first

you were the loud boy on the bus 

with a red lunchbox 

full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos

and parmesan your dad brought back from italy 

Misting

slowly, a dusting of pearly droplets

coats the world.

each one lands separately,

but over time, they all combine.

joining forces

melting together

to overtake the earth.