Dear Darling

Some ducks fly across the moon. When I was a boy, mercury climbed glass threads and made lemonade. As there are marrows we consider love in our bones. The farthest journey is to nowhere, not a continent. Dear Darling, a beginning and a center too. I suppose I should have been in bed a long time ago. Sleeping is on a train. Some noise is white noise. Some silence is all the other colors.

Theodore Worozbyt’s work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Blinders, Isthmus, Manchester Review, New England Review, Po&sie, The Puritan, Sugar House Review, and Shampoo. 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.