At the border
Not your killer
But the woman
Who killed you
Pleads innocent to the court
Admitted that she
--No, the devil--
Used the knife
As if the devil
Were other /
Migrant who crosses
Borders / getting all
The free stuff
Trucked back south
The knife cut you
Open like pages
Of a book
You wanted to read
A carriage driver in cahoots
With demon-logic
Kindly stopped for you
The event plays again
In my ribs’ cell block
I think you’d feel for
Her / tangled in samsara
Of self and colonialism
Who knows which
Jealous of you
Dear borderless pilgrim
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