In transit

I met him at the train—tall and still
against the station’s cough and flow,
            backdrop
of pale houses and shuttered windows.
His voice like a song
            rising in tempo.

I’m in love with a boy who lost the same
off-white tooth three times:
            tooth in netting, tooth in fist,
tooth in tall grass,

a boy whose moments of greatest valor
happen in a train cutting across blue
            mountains,

who holds a guitar in his lap
to give to a homeless man
he met yesterday.

Restless line for the bathroom,
shoes unpeeling from linoleum,
            ticket machines clicking—

evening in a city of misty music,
his voice slicing through the unease
of strangers.

Claudia Heymach is a Stanford University undergraduate who has always harbored a love for writing and science. In high school, she was a National YoungArts finalist in short fiction and a Texas Young Masters grant recipient in literary arts. In her free time, she can often be found in her research lab or a coffee shop. She is from Houston, Texas.

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3 Responses to In transit

  1. varjakBaby says:

    I really liked the first two lines hoping it was about a stranger but turns out it’s a shitty love poem. Big disappointment. Tl;dr.

    • Love Dove says:

      I think it’s really great – There’s nothing wrong with writing about love, bud. This love poem has made a lot of people happy.

  2. Sandy says:

    This is a wonderful poem; It’s funny at times, and beautifully written – but I can tell throughout that it’s really wholesome. I’m really happy for you, and for whoever you wrote this for. I’m sure he loves it.

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