The evening you and I heard the Border Patrol found the bodies of a young man and woman lying down locked in an eternal embrace near an ocotillo plant they used for shelter during a blistering August day in a remote corner of the Imperial Valley desert, no water, shoes chewed up by the journey north, clothes tattered, we sat in silence at our dinner table and questioned everything we had already thanked our god for.

from The Yearning Feed by Manuel Paul Lopez