We have a long history at the Mexican-Texan border of being numbers in a list specially in the ones that count deaths.  At the moment, the new list is of COVID 19 deaths.  But for too long, a count for femicides continues to grow.  About a mile away of where I live, just after the pandemic hit our town, a woman of my community was brutally murdered by her partner.  And the list of dead do not stop there, we know of the prison North of us and the detention centers and border crossing South of us.  All have a number that increments daily.  If we unearth this land, lynchings and burnings appear.  And when I think about it all, these lists that carry our names, all these numbers become layers of time overlapping like looking through newspapers on windows from inside to outside during the day and from the outside inside at night.  Our stories never quite visible.  Always two-sided.