RIVERS ARE BORDERS

TERESITA

Wyoming, 1822

Quilts.

Beautiful patches.

Warmth.

The strength

of stitches.

Threads.

My skillful

hands.

Here on the northern border

of Mexico, my daughters and I

keep ourselves comforted by telling stories

about summer, while hoping my husband and sons

stay safe, never crossing the Yellowstone River

north into dangerous territory

ruled by foreigners.