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Theodore Worozbyt __________________________________________________________
When I open the red feeder I find a pair of barber’s scissors. I put away the ladder and give myself a quick haircut. Mites scramble invisibly into my ears. In the trees figs swell and crackle, shedding brown syrup on the thrushes’ wings. There is no excuse for my tears. When the delivery truck comes I am choosing between chameleons. Two men climb out wearing hoods against the dark clouds of wasps and flies. I see their articles of lading are covered with familiar markings but not words as they begin to carry many boxes inside. I say I have not been expecting this and receive no answer. I shoulder my way in. The boxes are sealed with glossy yellow tape. I take out my knife to look. I am knocked to the ground. They are kicking at me and yelling. Get out of here, go away. These boxes are for the barber!
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Theodore Worozbyt has received grants from the NEA, and the Georgia and Alabama Councils
for the Arts. His poetry appears recently or is forthcoming in 42opus, Alice Blue,
American Poetry Journal, Crazyhorse, Faultline, Hotel Amerika, Image,
Kulture Vulture,
Mississippi Review Online, New England Review, National Poetry Review,
North American
Review, Passages North, The Southern Review, turnrow and Verse Daily. A Unified Theory
of Light, a chapbook, has just been released by Dream Horse Press; The Dauber Wings,
a full length collection, is forthcoming from
The American Poetry Journal. __________________________________________________________
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