Route 7 Review

Issue #  2015

 

People die excruciatingly every second. I have a wart. Crayolas, please, the number of a chessboard. I’ve noticed how hard it is to do anything, even to prepare to do anything. To sit up straight or sharpen Midnight Blue, travel again toward love’s frontier. When the solar eclipse came, I was on the plaza. Things slowed down, were submerged in the faraway shadows of the sun. I was young. I still can notice myself there, as if I were moving the pieces around, as if that place I still dream of was a bezel I could spin clicking around my unusual hands. A pigeon landed in my hair, confused. I was drinking bourbon with John and Calvin over crushed ice. A Spanish girl walked by so beautiful they named a language after her.

Theodore Worozbyt’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Antioch Review, Best American Poetry, Crazyhorse, The Iowa Review, The Mississippi Review 30 Year Anthology, New England Review, Po&sie, Poetry, Sentence, Shenandoah, The Southern Review, TriQuarterly Online and Quarterly West. He has published two books of poetry, The Dauber Wings (Dream Horse Press, 2006) and Letters of Transit, which won the 2007 Juniper Prize (The University of Massachusetts Press, 2008). A third full length collection, Tuesday Marriage Death, is forthcoming from FutureCycle Press. Impossible Objects appears in the inaugural issue of The Chapbook. His newest chapbook, The City of Leaving and Forgetting, appears in Country Music.

THEODORE WOROZBYT

 

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