The whisper came–
“Felix is at the airport.”
Julio’s longing to see his 12-year old son
left him no tongue
To say the shifting
In his life when
His fearful Felix
Shed invisibility and
Stepped onto the tarmac.
My stomach was churning too, with my skin
Green as oceans,
in the lights of the arrival area.
He has no papers.
He has the nomenclature of invisibility
in Newark, New Jersey.
They have broken the law,
so have I.
