Maria Cristina Borges

Trindade, Goias, Brazil

Psicóloga

Crazy Mary She lived on curve in a road in old tar paper shack,on the southside of town on the wrong side of the tracks sometimes on the wayinto town we´d say mamma can stop and give her a ride sometimes we did,but her hands flew from her side wild eye,crazy Mary down long dirt road past the parson´s place had a old blue car,we used to race little coutry store with a sinng tracked to the said no L.o.i.t.e.r.i.n.g allowed undernith that sing always congregated quiet and crowd chorus take a bottle,drink it down,pass it around 3X on night thunder cracked,mercy backed outside her window still dreamed i was flying high above the trees over the hills looked into the