This fall I fell through the cracks in the sidewalk and stayed there while the world closed damp and marshy above me.

The streets hummed low rhythms that lulled me to sleep and I kept my eyes closed for three months until they snapped open like a timer had been set off, my body’s reminder that all dreams must end.

Now I hold a toothpick to the ceiling and slowly excavate myself.

Even when all seems dark, I’ve learned you can still dig your way out.