The Red Dress
- The Red Dress
At the Sound, the rocks were gray. The rocks were gray against the water. Rose quartz filled the yards, at dusk. The needles rose and fell in the firs. The noises from inside stayed quiet, Music and steam. A brindle pit bull Gave up barking, far away. A hammer lay beneath the bed. Though no child was home, that sheet Stretched, midnight blue from a box Of Crayolas, though no child was home. Between a door and a table, the cardinal Seemed, from his photograph, To smile, to smile, to smile For all the red reasons. [End Page 39]
Theodore Worozbyt’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Antioch Review, Best American Poetry, Crazyhorse, Iowa Review, Mississippi Review 30 Year Anthology, New England Review, Po&sie, Poetry, Sentence, Shenandoah, 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 (University of Massachusetts Press), which won the 2007 Juniper Prize. “Impossible Objects” appears in the inaugural issue of the Chapbook.
