tells me that there should be no borders,
zero.
this land is
everyone's land, like
the song says,
from California to Long Island.
hmmm,
i say.
watching her as she jabs her
arm with a safety pin.
so at night, you don't lock
your doors,
or windows.
it's okay if someone breaks into
your house,
and sleeps in your
bed or couch,
eats your food and takes your
car for a ride?
you're good with that?
paying their doctor bills, putting
their kids in school,
clothing them, tucking
them in at night?
you don't want a fence around
your house, a wall,
a security camera? nothing?
all doors swing open?
well, that's different, she says.
i'm talking about countries,
not houses.

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