Weather Report by Tess Gallagher

The Romanian poets
under Ceausescu, Liliana
said, would codify opposition

to the despots in this manner: because
there was no gas and they were cold, everyone
was cold, all they had to do was write

how cold it is . . . so cold . . . and their
readers knew exactly what was meant.
No one had to go to jail
for that.

Liliana, in the dead of night
writing her poems
with gloves on.

I think I’ll take off my gloves.
It’s freezing in here.
There’s a glacier pressing on my heart.


From Dear Ghosts, by Tess Gallagher. All rights reserved. Copyright 2006.