The Weight of Everything


There are so many ghosts, they are pissing on each other's strangled energy. The wind in the weeds out back whistles as it moves from stalk to stalk. I'm trying to keep one small part of my mind alive before the earth gets burned and churned for something new. Do you have the time? Of course you do. It's always almost midnight. Look into the distance to see if I'm there yet. I smell charcoal and I'm afraid it's me, a pile of smoking earth and carefully stacked mud slabs.   We will build a little room with those bricks, and inside it, we will teach each other things. Important things, like how to start a fire using only your fingers. 




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Christopher Citro's first poetry collection, The Maintenance of the Shimmy-Shammy, is forthcoming from Steel Toe Books, and his poems appear or are forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Ninth Letter, and Third Coast.

Dustin Nightingale lives in Fargo, North Dakota. His poetry has been or will be published in journals such as new ohio review, Margie, Cimarron Review, Portland Review, and decomP.