FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: DANIEL KHALASTCHI


I Think Maybe I Am Decomposing
by Daniel Khalastchi

I think maybe
I am decomposing:

It is
Friday. I am
sitting
at a desk
typing a letter
to a friend who,
in her great causation,
has accused me
of some splendor.
The day is undone,
releasing from its dinner
the streetlights
outside a recital hall to
climb across the
too cooked cover of this
heaved and
lowing town
back to me
still sitting
at a desk
typing a letter.
When conversing now in general
I am
in my mind
thinking of buses. Their
ability to hold. Carry. To
be fixed up or
substituted for
in the event they won’t keep going.
In the catch
of one of those
street lights,
such a bus has
held
momentarily
as they seem to do
by my count
once every thirty
three minutes
just to have a rest.
I’d like to have a rest
now. I’d like to stop
thinking about divergence and
circumstantial unfortune and
I’d like to
see some people.
I’m gonna leave soon and
ride awake
to the field I’ve heard
holds all those buses
when they die
I’m gonna take one.
Gonna go looking.
I’m gonna find some
people to hold
and I’m gonna hold ’em.

(“I Think Maybe I Am Decomposing” appeared in GutCult and is printed here with permission from Daniel Khalastchi.)

Born and raised in Iowa, Daniel Khalastchi is a first-generation Iraqi Jewish American. A graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and a recent fellow at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, he is currently a Visiting Assistant Professor of English at Marquette University. His first collection of poetry, Manoleria (2011), was awarded the Tupelo Press/Crazyhorse First Book Prize, and his poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Kenyon Review, jubilat, and Denver Quarterly. He lives in Milwaukee where he is also the co-editor of Rescue Press.

Want to read more by and about Daniel Khalastchi?
GutCult
Amazon
The Kenyon Review.

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One Response to FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: DANIEL KHALASTCHI

  1. Sivan Butler-Rotholz says:

    I like how the title instructs the reader that this is a poem about decomposing, and then the poem itself is more about the idea of rest. There seems a tension between those concepts that is found between the lines of the poem.

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