Skinned Knees

The Intimacy of Boxcars

Skinned Knees
The Intimacy of Boxcars

 

we passed each other handwritten letters

dangling from our compartments

humble temptation marking us

in rail yard lines

I lived for those pages

delivered at synchronized intersections

all history present in your words

but I never came over to you

locked in step

made from the same materials

I transport

(but not transported)

still longing for something

intoxicating and deliberate

but as often as flowers grow

the rail cuts them down

 

 

 

POEM BY JOHN NIEBUHR

PHOTOGRAPHY BY ASHUNI LUCÍA PÉREZ