- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
MENDING WALL, REDUX
Wrapped in a red thought, underneath a brown thought weighing on my head with a tropical siesta; drowsy in the stillness that clings to my knees like strangers praying in a strange land; fighting sleep, not wanting to let my guard down: There's always someone waiting to slip a knife between your ribs, or lock you into a stinking van full of migrating hallucinations stoked in Hell's inferno.
Wrapped in a red thought, underneath a brown thought blood flowing under my Mexican skin— where it belongs!I can't let them do it! If they build a wall around me while I sleep, who knows if I'll return to a world where there are no boundaries— where I'm a man, not a machine?