Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Seven Valentines

Remember when you were seven
And you wanted the Virgin Mary
To appear to you but instead
Someone slipped his hand
Down your pants while you
Your body betraying you
Said seven Hail Mary’s
And seven Glory Be’s
I cannot say what if for what is
Ripped from a pure world
Into the forbidden garden
Where the goblins get you
Sometimes I would see him
On the street our eyes
Would meet

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