by Giovanna Bohrer Bertoni
I quote Hysteria by T. S. Eliot and wonder
how the inside of your mouth looks like
while I stare at the floor with unsettling hands, I think
of a way to find out.
What could I feel being swallowed by you?
If only I knew
there would be a wall — built not by us –
between you and me,
but only I can see,
I would not waste one more day thinking figuratively,
I would dive and be
the interior of the cavity
and climb back to surface only if it’s
your mouth who’s asking me.
. . .
Nothing here is
mine to see
I’m inside the womb
of my own heresy
Kill what made
my senses free.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Giovanna Bohrer Bertoni is a Brazilian-based poet and writer. From an early age, she knew her dream was to work with what she loved: words. In her last year of middle school, Giovanna got 2nd place in a national writing contest. She is now a Journalism student, works in a press office at a University in Curitiba, Brazil, and publishes some of her bilingual poetry independently on the website FalasFalhas.
Last updated February 19, 2025