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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Carla Sofia Ferreira


In Transit

My bags are heavy against
the weight of the train it grates
against steel and I
long for continuous days that flow
into one another. Instead
my life is a work of fragments.
Strings connected by inevitable distances.
I am lost in the fury of transit,
writing my poems in a dark room
on paper I cannot see.
Memory bites the new tongue
and I dream of home on a used pillow.