from the poet David Rivard, on the road (I-95) to New Hampshire.
I often feel as though I’ve entered
a standoff between what
happens around me & what’s
going on inside—& this life
that goes on & on inside my head
goes on & on & on it seems
almost without me, as
it has since childhood . . .
—from “Standoff”
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