Immigration Laws by John Biscello

One of my poems which will be appearing in the next issue of Adobe Walls (a poetry journal based out of Albuquerque).

We are
immigrants in our own skin,
flash-fire refugees
who get by with falsified papers,
fake IDs, and forged signatures.
If caught

and found guilty
of a trespass
or transgression,
we pardon ourselves
in our native tongues,

language a placeholder
for the names
we were forced
to annul.