My head goes hollow and rings
Then the downward elevator feeling
And I've got to sleep to clear it out
The drive to Boston in
Pandemic sifted traffic
It felt good to be moving
Locked inside the place
The frightened face of paranoia
One-eyeing me from behind the door
She talks to me as if they won't understand us
How it's not a safe place to work
A man threatening her with an undetected knife
I take my notes, listening
Watch the people doing their daily work
Ordinary danger, never too distant death
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