So I'm going to read some poems from The Border Simulator.
The Border Simulator, the book is a collection of voices.
I think that's the key to unlocking them.
They're all in a dramatic monologue
of the voices of the characters, Primitivo and Primitiva,
who are sisters trying to cross the border.
There's also a chorus of customs.
They're this dark, patronizing voice over the proceedings.
And then we're going to come across some new Border Simulator
poems, where there's a new kind of voice called undead custom.
So they're customs, but they're undead.
So this poem actually missed the cut for The Border Simulator.
It should have been in the book, but it got lost in the shuffle.
And I thought it'd be cool to share, like a B side,
with you all.
"Heaven is Another Seam Come True In the Bedazzled Jean
Factory."
And once the seams are true then the jeans are made
And ready to be worn by someone with more upward mobility,
mobility offered to them by the seam
that you stitched, Primitiva,
that made the jeans loose in the hips
a seam of which they are unaware
of until they look in the mirror and see the crosser's pantheon
of seams.
Ed Hardy, the god of jeans.
But look at these jeans!
they are badly seamed.
Even the best seam has an expiration date
Anytime you rip a seam on a pair of jeans say
"thank you crosser for giving my jeans
What I can no longer attain, an end to the fitting."
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.