July 10, 2023

Audio

Leper on the Lawn, by the Front Door

By Leslie Contreras Schwartz

View full text below.


Leper on the Lawn, by the Front Door

By Leslie Contreras Schwartz

 

I go outside to dress

in day, its half sun.

 

It’s been six months

post coronavirus

 

and my weakened body

can only walk from room to room—

 

the neighbor does not wave.

 

A rustle of white-blue sky

trees tossing heads and outright

 

skipping. Whether I’m lucid

or not—I checked messages.

 

How could you

infect other people      Keep your sickness

Here’s a list of all the ways you have wronged me

I’ll light a candle for you        Hope you feel better soon

 

I’m here, now, beside me the gulping air and a treble

in the vermillion banana-leaf plant next door

or the pluck of the swing in mid-air

 

my half breath, and my daughter flying.

The certainty of her dark crown.

 

Above her the feathered green shook,

then stilled.

 

Heavy, down to the knotted-black chair.

I’m stilled and shorn. I know my neighbors now.

 

If there were wounds to bear, I’d leave

a trail of blood crossing the street

 

just to tell my neighbor Shabbat Shalom

and go fuck yourself. I’m alive.

 

Wishing for that wound,

I drink a steaming hot sip

 

of a thousand cups

to a rollercoaster heartbeat.

 

I don’t quit.


Leslie Contreras Schwartz

Leslie Contreras Schwartz is a multi-genre writer, a 2021 Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellow, and the 2019-2021 Houston Poet Laureate. She is the winner of the 2022 C&R Press Nonfiction Prize for From the Womb of Sky and Earth, a lyrical memoir (Fall, 2023). She is the author of five collections of poetry, including The Body Cosmos(Mouthfeel Press, 2024) and Black Dove / Paloma Negra (FlowerSong Press, 2020). Contreras Schwartz is currently a poetry and nonfiction faculty member at Alma College's MFA low-residency program in creative writing.

Image Description:  Photo of a Latina with light skin and indigenous features and dark hair past her shoulders wears a wine colored dress and smiles slightly, against a backdrop of greenery.

Back to Poem of the Week