The Star Wars Sheets I Had at Five

That's what I want you to picture. The sky above me while I start telling you about my day and how I've been scared ever since I got up as usual. In olden days kids played a game, kick the can. The can wasn't important. The emptiness inside was. It's our little boat on our own little river where a miniature me and a miniature you wave like little duck beaks wave. I keep backing up to get a better running start. The sun set so quick I thought I'd done something wrong. I look up and see a bird fall out of the sky. I stop looking at the sky. I try to look somewhere else instead, but now everything seems like the sky. Even the shore, which we fall asleep on, a hundred yards above the water. I swear to god all I need is a fire and the absence of everything else. Love in space. Explosions. Bravery. Fur. Spaghetti, and a grown up knife.


Christopher Citro is the author of The Maintenance of the Shimmy-Shammy (Steel Toe Books) and a recipient of a 2018 Pushcart Prize for Poetry. His poems appear in Ploughshares, Best New Poets, The Missouri Review, Gulf Coast, Crazyhorse, and elsewhere. His creative nonfiction appears in Boulevard, Quarterly West, Passages North, and Colorado Review. He lives in Syracuse, New York.

Dustin Nightingale is the author of Ghost Woodpecker, a chapbook forthcoming from BatCat Press. His poetry has been or will be published in journals such as The American Journal of Poetry, new ohio review, Cimarron Review, Portland Review, and decomP. He lives in Hartford, Connecticut.