Spring and All” by Sylvio Fraga

My son asked where it is and I responded,

go to the sand and turn left: New Jersey.

He looked at me and said:

I dreamt of a cushion that was the sea.

Later he came to speak with me at the beach

leaving tiny footprints,

each one the half of a heart.

I was fishing catfish casting into the waves.

As I brought back an empty hook

he stopped in front of me and squeezed my penis.

Is this your penis, dad? Am I in Bahia?

Yes.

Where is Bahia?

Here.

Oh.