standing on the map of my political desires

I toast to a borderless future

(I raise my glass of wine toward the moon)

with . . .

our Alaskan hair

our Canadian head

our u.s. torso

our Mexican genitalia

our Central American cojones

our Caribbean sperm

our South American legs

our Patagonian feet

our Antarctic nails

jumping borders at ease

jumping borders with pleasure

amen, hey man

—Guillermo Gómez-Peña, “Freefalling Toward a Borderless Future” The New World Border