I have swallowed enough of this city’s concrete and I am now filled with it
I am convinced the crushing feeling I wake up with is simply
the overflow of it in my chest and that somewhere beneath it in my heart is a seed
and that somehow the springtime will push something blossoming through

at some point when I remember to breathe
I feel it begin to crack.
And this is how it is
And this is how I wake
And this is how I grow



Photo by Rachel Wood