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salem doesn’t usually raise its voice

not like that

not in the open

but today / it did

cardboard signs pulled out of trunks / markers bleeding through the back / words written fast but meaning it

U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement / spelled out in thick lines / crossed out / called out / held up high enough so passing cars couldn’t ignore it

people lined the sidewalks / not perfect lines / just clusters

neighbors / coworkers / people who’ve seen each other before but never like this

someone starts a chant / it stumbles / then catches

voices stacking / finding rhythm / getting louder the longer they stay /

cars slow down

some honk / quick / sharp / gone

some don’t

but the people standing there / they don’t move

sun hitting faces / wind tugging at signs / feet planted like they decided already

this isn’t about being loud all the time

it’s about this moment

being seen / being counted / standing next to someone who decided the same thing

across the street / someone watches from a distance / arms crossed / not stepping in / not stepping away

and that’s part of it too

salem holding both sides / in the same air

but on this stretch of road

there’s no quiet version of it

just people / showing up / staying longer than expected / saying it plain

we’re here

and for a while / that’s a start

i swear it changes after midnight

not the road itself / the road remembers exactly what it is

it’s the space around it that shifts

the mountains pull closer / the fog settles in the valleys like something breathing in its sleep / tractor trailers drift past like steel ghosts / carrying things nobody asks about

if you’ve driven it long enough you know the feeling

that stretch where your radio turns to static for no reason the exit you don’t remember passing before / the headlights behind you that disappear the second you look directly at them

there are towns along 81 that feel borrowed / little pockets of light clinging to the dark / gas stations humming under flickering signs / diners full of people who stop talking when you walk in

i stopped once around 3am / somewhere between nowhere and somewhere worse

the clerk looked exhausted in the ancient kind of way / like he’d been standing behind that counter since the highway was dirt

he told me not to drive sleepy through the mountains

then quieter

“some things use the road too.”

outside / the fog had crossed all four lanes

and for one second / i could see a shape walking inside it / keeping pace with traffic

too tall / too thin / not trying to cross

just traveling