Antonio

Antonio is chewing on stale semolina bread.

As his jaw bobs up and down with each motion,

his head shifts slightly,

and the way light climbs into his eyes

changes with each chew.

A kaleidoscope of sooty umbers and vivid mahoganies

is the result.

The earth’s rotation, bobbing Antonio around like a crate of eggs in the back of a graffiti-laden box truck,

never produced such beauty.

About the Author

Vincent Sergiacomi is a senior English major at Arcadia University. He's been writing poetry for several years, and has been featured in Poetry Pacific, The Eunoia Review, the Moonstone Arts Center's New Voices anthology, and a past issue of Quiddity. Right now, he is focusing his style on creating concise and frank illustrations of emotionally weighted moments. When not writing poetry, Vincent enjoys going on walks, listening to music, and correcting typos on Wikipedia.