Concrete
I have swallowed enough of this city's concrete and I am now filled with itI am convinced the crushing feeling I wake up with is simplythe overflow of it in my chest and that somewhere beneath it in my heart is a seedand that somehow the springtime will push something blossoming throughbecauseat some point when I remember to breatheI feel it begin to crack.And this is how it isAnd this is how I wakeAnd this is how I grow