Troll
My God Maria,
I am crippled at the news.
In my grand imaginings
I have swum to Santiago
and returned with your mother
on my back.
You should have seen it.
I pray
his hand
on your shoulder blade
meant something.
My God Maria,
I am crippled at the news.
In my grand imaginings
I have swum to Santiago
and returned with your mother
on my back.
You should have seen it.
I pray
his hand
on your shoulder blade
meant something.
