BORDER CROSSING BY FOOT

“Give me your wallet!”
I handed the migra my wallet as he held my border─crossing card.
“And what about you?”
The migra asked my companion.
“I am with him.”
“Citizenship?”
“American.”
Answered my lovely escort.
“You 2 come with me.”
The migra instructed us to follow him. He took us to an office on the side of the building. There we found a Midwestern looking fellow with his boots on a metal desk. His neck was red.
“This is the girlfriend”
Our guard retorted.
“Fiancée” I corrected.
“Leave them here, I’ll deal with them”
Said the migra on the desk. The first migra left the room and closed the door. I felt the pressure of claustrophobia beginning to take a hold of both of us.
“I don’t have any money” I said
“Shut up” He said.
“Fuck you” I softly replied.
“What?”
“Nothing”
The migra got up with his baton on his right hand and advanced towards me.
“No, please officer” Said my partner with tears in her blue eyes.
“Look what you did you stupid brute. She’s pregnant” I said.
“Sit down you motherfucker!”
The migra yelled as he held his baton over my head. I winced and then sat down on a metal chair.
“Stay here and don’t move!” ordered the redneck as he walked out the room and slammed the metal door.
“I am scared” she said sobbing.
“Don ‘t be afraid, come here and sit next to me”
“What’s going to happen?”
“They’re going to let us go”
“How do you know?”
“Because we haven’t committed any crimes and you are American, young, beautiful, and extremely attractive. Good qualities for a witness to have”
“We are in trouble”
“No, this is almost over”
“I don’t feel good”
“Breath in…. breathe out…”
The door opened and a gentle looking, grandpa─type, churchgoing─brand of migra entered the room and gave us our documents.
“Okay kids you can go”
“You see, we can go… thank you sir”
“All right goodbye” said the older migra with a tired voice.
“Thank you sir” She said.
“Okay, okay… bye bye” He said.
“Let’s go” I said
And we walked away and entered California and passed the fast food restaurants and I checked to see that there were no more tears in her lovely eyes and we kept walking. And the sun was making her red hair change in color intensity.
“You know?” she said.
“What?”
“We should get a bomb”
“A bomb?”
“Yes, honey… a bomb”
“Too much damage…. very primitive… very unaesthetic. What we need is a device that helps good people; that inspires and empowers those who are against evil, but at the same time, something that stops the bad folks from causing more damage.
“Juan?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“I love you”
“I love you more”