A building, a pattern of bodies

A divide always implicit

In this place, explicit

Like a border:

“Where the Third World

Grates against the First

And bleeds”

Sexual favours in a bathroom

Heavy with the stench

Of intestinal corpses

All for a deferral

Another month with your son

A few more memories

Before the legal kidnapping

Holding out hope that

Three minutes in a stall

Buys him thirty days of his past


* The quoted words are Gloria Anzaldúa’s, from her Borderlands/La Frontera.

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