We managed to coast through the desert in the same way we'd been coasting through life. So we made it by the skin of our teeth. We watched the vultures float cutting through the sky that day like the serrated blade of a knife; circling their feast. We weren't sure where we were headed. I'm not sure we could remember where we'd been, but we knew where we were. We were in the pockets of those we were indebted. We were hiding from the possibility of being seen. We were not welcoming of new encounters. We stuck to the paths the border jumpers made; I guess we hoped that our "American dream" was in Mexico. So we confused the crowd of doubters who were surely waiting back in Omaha in the cool shade sipping bitter lemonade out of mason jars and trying to will us home. But they don't understand that sometimes you go so far that you simply can't turn around, or stay put, whatever. They have never felt the insides of a car, aimless, four wheels on the ground ready to get you, well wherever. The chain link fence couldn't have been anymore then fifteen feet tall and wasn't wrapped in the barbwire we were more than ready for. We walked along hoping to find a door and when we didn't see one at all we scaled the fence and hopped down to Mexico's dirt floor. And that catches you up, and that's where we are now. Please keep your mouth shut no one can find out that we're staying here to make it in our new home. I just hope they weren't right and we'll find our smiles in Mexico.
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