Christopher Citro & Dustin Nightingale

When Looking at Old Photos Only Makes It Worse


I still can't get the spit of a branch off of me. Lost in the woods, it becomes more difficult to cast a line out without hooking myself or just falling asleep. In some places the whole town comes over to build you a barn. That's how you know who your friends are. Then you're supposed to do the same for them or you get thrown out. And the wind and the rain all they do is smell like the shirts you left behind. I don't know if you know this already or not, but those two people you thought had died did not. I left something in a dresser drawer in a house I lived in that's now blown from the surface of the planet. It curls me up inside how much I need what was in there now for my life to go right. To start to go right, I almost said. Once upon a time, you were lost in a forest spinning around wondering where everybody had gone. Sometimes we need to be told it's okay to cry. Other times we step forward into the dark with only our hands raised to keep us safe.