Do You Believe in Borders?
by Camonghne Felix
What I am feeling is the death of a million
wayward bodies falling into each other
like lattice work on a French pie
I draw a river and your god lines it out into a field
I say this earnestly and with a smile so I’m not sure
what you’re asking me is it a question of shoulds or
of ares the nation state is a body it is the Russian doll
of bodies a body housing a body of farmed bodies
all of whom mill about in their categorical nothingness
with some parasite sucking from their breast
all over the globe
one breast drains into the mouth of a whole class
A safety valve for the gutless
You have to understand my parameters here
are limited, The space between my two selves
shrinking and pulverized all the same.
The wine delivery comes My courier steps
into the foyer I say hello I say thank you I sign
her receipt I offer her a Clorox wipe
I stand away at six feet. I don’t know.
I do know Nobody dies
at my border.
Published on October 8, 2020