I thought about the impossible green of El Yunque, where my abuela took me a few times. There were small worms that came out of the soil one time after it rained. They blew my mind. Knowing there was an entire universe under my feet was too much for my young brain. I spent weeks thinking about worms underneath the house and the street, worms under the tiny church in town and under the grocery store, their slick bodies burrowing, always burrowing.
