the big dig

i keep carving out niches for my nights
this night, that. like target-brand life organizers
like perfect sympathizers we drink ourselves apart.
i have never loved a needle and thread so much
as when it sewed me back together,
pulled every day and every night in with a string
and said, "it doesn't have to be okay. but it is."

tonight i will stay at home and sing.
tomorrow i will run outside and drink.
sure.
but next week i'll hold my string.