Currently reading Citizen Illegal, a book of poetry by Jose Olivarez. I keep coming back to these(Citizen) (Illegal)Mexican woman (illegal) and Mexican man (illegal)have a Mexican (illegal)-American (citizen).is the baby more Mexican or American?place the baby in the arms of the mother (lllegal).if the mother holds the baby (citizen)too long, does the baby become illegal?the baby is a boy (citizen). he goes to school (citizen).his classmates are American (citizen). he is outcast (lllegal).his "hellos" are in the wrong language (illegal).he takes the hyphen separating loneliness (Mexican)from friendship (American) and jabs it at the culprit (illegal).himself (illegal). his own traitorous tongue (illegal).his name (illegal). his mom (illegal). his dad (illegal).take a Mexican woman (illegal) and a Mexican man (illegal).if they have a baby and the baby looks white enough to pass (citizen).if the baby grows up singing Selena songs to his reflection (illegal).if the baby hides from el cucuy and la migra (illegal).if the baby (illegal) (citizen) grows up to speak broken Spanish (illegal)and perfect English (citizen). if the boy's nickname is Guerito (citizen).if the boy attends college (citizen). if the boy only dates women (illegal)of color (illegal). if the boy (illegal)uses phrases like "women of color" (citizen).if the boy (illegal) (citizen) writes (illegal) poems (illegal).if the boy (citizen) (illegal) grows up (illegal) and can only write (illegal)this story in English (citizen), does that make him more American (citizen) or Mexican (illegal)?My Parents Fold Like Luggagemy parents fold like luggageinto the trunk of a Toyota Tercel.stars glitter against a black sky.from the sky, the Tercel is a small ladybug traveling north. from the sky,borders do not exist. the Tercel stopsin front of a man in green. stars glitterlike broken glass. the night so heavyit chokes. in the trunk, it is starless.my parents protect this moment. this now.what folds them into the trunk of a Tercel.the belief that the folding will end.it doesn't. dollars fold into bills. my parentsnear breaking. broke. they protect what mightunfold them to discover they are six:a family. if the man in green opens the trunk,the road folds back. this moment & everythingthat follows disappears into the ink of a police report.why doesn't he open the trunk? my parents saygod blessed us. maybe they are right.but I think about that night & wonder where god was -- a million miles away in the stars,in the shared breath between my parents, maybeeverywhere. maybe nowhere. from the sky,the man in green is so small it is impossibleto see him wave. from the sky, it is impossibleto hear whether my parents cheer or prayas the car steals north.