The Border Simulator

The only thing sure in this world is death and Texas.

The word crosser turtles in the throat of customs

while a worker steers other workers. She’s someone to drive the car

and sigh a coworker’s name, “Primitivo.”

Customs is deeply invested in watching Primitivo cross the border

once a night. Always a night; some closed-eye visual.

The Border Simulator? More like border see you later.

Were you pure of heart when you wrote this thing, or what?