Me and Primi, We Love Sleeping Across the Border

Across the fence, words are like mattresses

that can aid our passage. We’re wearing what we’re slipping on,

sorry, sleeping. We’re wearing our mattresses so that we can sleep

over the border and anywhere we go,

we’re ready to bed ourselves.

Some crossers have boats to put themselves in

but Primitivo only has himself and a bed

to carry his skin

over a 16-bit desert. He puts himself

in himself and then carries both over the dotted line.

Your ID used to be Mylar

but now it’s made from Sealy.

In the simulator the border doesn’t know

what it doesn’t know about mattresses,

about sleeping.