Buttonwillow

Upon walking out of the TA

Him: Long trip?
Me: Not that long.
Him: Far left to go?
Me: Not that far.

And that was that.

—

It feels good to be far
It feels good to be alone
with this fear of the night,

to watch the highway disappear
under the hood of my car,
darkness to the left and to the right.

The road becomes a bridge
in the blackness.

I like this limbo state
I’m comfortable in the discomfort
of the in-between.

Here, there is distance
between where I was
and where I am going,
between who I was
and who I’m becoming

I am just here
I just am.