Two Poems
First Photograph of My Father, My Brothers and Sisters, and Me, with Migrants from Central America
My father is the man on the far left, at the top.
He peeks out between the sombrero of Nicolás,
a Honduran, and my . . .
Brick, a literary journal
Brick
PO Box 609, Stn P
Toronto, ON M5S 2Y4
Canada
You tell yourself all kinds of lies to get through the day. — Chris Ware