Originally posted on The Mirror Obscura:
La Petite Mort
Your breath clings to me,
A second skin, keeps the world
Though it is your touch
Makes so much
Of what I am, I cannot say
I would not give up
To make me vulnerable
To your fingers, hands, arms, lips,
Enfolding the heart of me
To destroy me
With your love.
The small death that surrounds you
That is my air.
To deter Central American immigrants, the feds have a surprising tool in their arsenal: music. The U.S. Customs and Border Protection agency has commissioned songs, like “La Bestia” (“The Beast”), to subliminally keep immigrants from attempting to cross the border. Caitlin Dickson reports that the government has funded popular Latin American songs to subtly instill emigration fears for the past decade, but music alone won’t solve the crisis.
“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”