“weather” – Poetry by William Lessard

A Woman Ghost Appeared from a Well - Katsushika Hokusai, circa 1800
A Woman Ghost Appeared from a Well – Katsushika Hokusai, circa 1800

The supremely spooky & surreal “weather” is one of 3 marvelous poems by William Lessard in our Spring 2016 issue.

{ X }

night. We open the door

in the middle of our bed.
The door is candy corn tear.

The door is blue giant
ear. You go first. I follow.

The map says call ghosts.
You call with the side

of your hand. No ghosts.
You call. Not a ripple

in the curtain dark. I say
call with a different voice.

You cup your hand, call
as the girl that stands

behind your eyes. The girl
is ripped dress tacked

to a post. The girl is
blood wiped from the tip

of his favorite tie. I know
this girl. She thinks she’s

hiding, but I catch her.
I’ve seen her often peering

out, sometimes with eyes bolted
to the jewels of foreign fingers.

Her voice is your lace curtain
voice, speaking in gasoline flame.

All the ghosts know her. All the ghosts
know you. They appear as smoke

blown beneath a door. This is how
the night begins. Your voice, this tree.

{ X }

Travel + Leisure and Viking River Cruises DinnerWILLIAM LESSARD has writing that has appeared or is forthcoming in McSweeney’s, NPR, Prelude, Wired, Thought Catalog, People HoldingDrunk Monkeys, Voicemail Poems, Metatron, Moloko House. He has a chapbook forthcoming from Reality Beach this spring. He co-curates the Cool as F*** series at Pete’s Candy Store in Brooklyn.

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