Elegy For What These Nights Should Hold

by Kristin Entler

Once, I went to bars and timed miles of broken lines
from Birmingham to Gulf Shores before winter

sputtered into the summer of walls and walls and
still: a sliding glass door leading to a reservoir

of afternoon mosquitoes, rippled amber sunsets
hardly worth the bite, a sky matching the whiskey

I shiver down my throat in evening’s falsetto,
where spilled coffee grounds resemble ants

I thought I sprayed; a caramel dripstain
peeks like the sun’s corona behind the carafe.

But It’s too cold for ants this time of year
and bars feel fiction, now far removed

from last December’s felt and bluechalk pool shots.
I glass myself another sour mix, swipe counters clean.

The dishwasher gears slam and I swear
I hear an eight ball’s break from blocks away.


KRISTIN ENTLER was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis at 6 months old, and first came out as LGBT+ several years after her diabetes diagnosis at 12 years old. She recently relocated from central Alabama to the Ozarks where she lives with her partner and their dog, Azzie, who maintains that he gets all his stubbornness from both his parents. Currently, working toward her MFA in Poetry at the University of Arkansas, her work has appeared or is forthcoming in publications such as The Bitter Southerner, Poetry South, Gulf Stream Literary Magazine, and Poet Lore among others. @findmycure