How we scratch and scrape our fingers to the bone trying to live up to the edge of the border we create this is mine that is yours you can have that you can keep those and rivers become unspoken arrangements of here and there, and broken agreements don’t cross here you can’t have that you can’t keep those don’t cross me that is yours this is mine how much we have etched and how thick the line between countries and cousins, between man and wife this is mine and you cannot cross here and that is yours and I have gouged the earth with my fingernails