AFTER THE FUNERAL…
by Jahan Khajavi
After the funeral, I’m not looking to have fun.
Returned to this beach like water. You say, Hope you have fun!
Love can be conditionless—old as the Tiber,
moving yet not potable. I do have fun—
though it has never been the font for which I’m sprung.
The raise on debt for those, it seems, who have fun
like it’s champagne—a glass of which I don’t expect,
but if I’ve come to dine, I’ll gladly, too, have fun.
I’ll drink to your long life & spill some for the dead
while knowing in the world, this moment, few have fun.
November 25 MMXXIII
San Francisco
Jahan Khajavi (1986, Fresno) composes & performs “wildly amusing & explicit queer poetry” (Vogue) with a recent debut collection Feast of the Ass (Ugly Duckling Presse) & a cotranslation with Tim Moore of Sleepless Traveler by Sandro Penna (NERO Editions). Jahan lives & works in Rome.