Qalisca


He brings Kalista                                                             
young and friendly                                                            
to the pale and faded room
                        empty      with small children’s         
                                                 toys spilled and abandoned
            old curtains
                                    for close conversation and hugs                                                           
                             Sometimes      when they have come                                              
                                    Pahn has sensed Penelopeya                                                      
            ghosting in the back rooms       Sometimes
            he is aware      that Aiks is there       somewhere 
This time            Aiks calls to him…                             
…He goes and speaks to her     briefly     casually
unconcerned…       …and returns
 
Now                                                                                       
the room appears vacant but for a sheet              
                                                as if thrown over a chair 
He lifts the edge     and pulls it over his head      and
 finds Kalista        her shoulders bare
                                                                        crying 

Pahn holds her and asks  “Why are you crying”

She sobs “You didn’t tell me you were married”

Pahn aches with guilt and sympathy
that he fears he will never slough
Pahn imagines saying to her                                        
                                    that his wife                 
         has always been in the house when they have come
but he can’t remember if the two   have                               
                                    ever actually seen each other there… 

…He is called away again      returns again
but now she is truly gone… 

            …He looks in the next room      also empty                                           
wall to wall
                        carpet
 floor to floor
                                    curtains
            His feet feel    water through his socks                                        
He looks up to see holes in the ceiling by the wall                 
                                    with icicles melting into the room 
He imagines the rot                                                         
He imagines the repairs                                                   
that need to be done                                        
 to keep out the cold                                
Returning to the other room for clues                              
he finds papers she has dropped                      
with scribbled numbers          
and illegible phrases 
and her name
which he sees                                                              
            she has spelled with a Q—it looks like “Qalisca”  
but it is too hard to read.
He wishes that he could read it all                                            
and know all about her 
He looks where she was sitting                                                 
on the window seat
                                                            and finds her keys…

            …Outside he searches for her                                                             
                                     in the light       and June snow 
He is not bothered by the snow out of season…
  
            …Inside the first doorway     he finds                                                    
                                                a sort of shelter for women
                                                —almost a hospital 
He searches the corridor     comes back                                 
                        and turns in to a large room
                                    with plastic curtains along a side
and a reception area 
There is a woman walking by     and                                             
he asks her                                                                  

 “Where is Kalista?

She motions to the curtains. 
He is shy of peeking in                    
so calls sweetly    and playfully

 “Kalista

Kalista

I have your keys” 

She comes out quickly     without expression     
and takes the keys saying      “Thank you”
 returning to her curtained refuge 

 The woman that he saw before comes back and scolds him
half angry       half friendly     
for being a man
 
            He wants to talk to Kalista                                                                
to smooth things over
to reassure her
to regain the love that they felt for each other
 that he had thought was innocent
 
            He goes back to the house to find more clues                                    
but finds only unfamiliar fragments
of a someone’s childhood


Later
When I remember this story
 I think for a moment
 that Pahn was born with a permanently broken heart
but that thought is too sad and pessimistic
 so I scuttle it


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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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