Two Poems // Carla Sofia Ferreira


I am a passenger again

as morning sleep cradles

the trains moving past

Burlingame bougainvillea

corners and as jacaranda

graffitis onto mosaics

on anonymous walls.

The peninsula is knit

through its many lines—

they cross into tracks

left behind, like what it means

to be a history of place.

We reach no new conclusions.

We have forgotten the old beginnings.

Afternoon Train to Porto

The small hand motioned

towards five in the clock

of the train station where they sat sharing

nothing but a hard aluminum bench—

December coated the tracks

where screeching trains would halt,

taking passengers in and letting them go.

Later, she would walk the steel bridge

that crossed the Rio Douro blackened by night

and he would hold his words deep

like his hands in his pockets.

Once, they had walked across a river.

Her lips opened, unseen, as the train bounded in.

They joined the others with words unsaid.

Carla Sofia Ferreira is a Portuguese-American poet from Newark, New Jersey currently teaching English language development to first-gen immigrant high schoolers in the Bay Area. As a Harvard undergrad, she was selected to write a creative thesis in poetry, from which many poems about trees grew. She is the daughter of immigrants, a survivor of chronic depression, and an enthusiastic cheerleader for poetry that includes, celebrates, and defies. Past and forthcoming work can be found in journals such as The Lascaux Review, Shot Glass Journal, and Awkward Mermaid. Follow her @csferreira08, if you do not mind too many gifs and emoji.

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