DDCPoetry

Poem found here:  "Pulled Over in Short Hills, NJ, 8:00 AM"  More about the Poet:  Ross Gay A situation trigger.  I'll skip ahead a bit with the lines halfway down the poem, "[...] as I answer the questions / 3, 4, 5, times, my jaw tight as a vice,"  So in this narrative poem, the speaker appears to be pulled over and is being questioned.  The approach the poem takes is from the core of a person outward -- inside the feeling of a person, literally and figuratively, to something more. The speaker mentions this rage that grows and spend a good eight lines using exact body part language on how this rage travels: hot as an army of red ants and forces the mind to quiet the body, the quakes emerge, sometimes just the knees, but, at worst, through the hips, chest, neck until, like a virus, slipping inside the lungs and pulse every ounce of strength tapped to squeeze words from my taut lips, For me, the lines speed by just like how quickly an emotion erupts.  ...