There’s More Truth and Untruth about the Border

There ’s More About Truth the

and Border

How do you feel so hungry and full at the same time?

The past, like the border, is its own country.

Untruth

You bring a camcorder into the maquila so that later you can relive your dissonance.

Woops, relieve your dissonance. It’s hard to tell.

I’ll have to quit. Other people’s thoughts are

the Juki’s I’d love to leave in the past.

Our ID cards are decorative till the end of our shift. We switch off with someone else, some other worker who will wipe the serenade from our eyes

so that I can see what’s in the tempering. Among us crossers, it’s hard to tell who’s a fence. A series of myths about being called in early, sweeps through the work floor.