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Death Pastoral

by Virginia Konchan

Sometimes, naked, I don’t feel naked. Sometimes I feel naked when clothed. What if all our incredible futures are still just bound for misery? A thing breaks, and we are on fire with rage. Was it supposed to enjoy eternity, like us? Before Trojans were mascots or condoms, they were warriors. Before non-sequiturs were digressions, they were songs. The universe is an echo chamber of discordant matter. Heaven is a fraudulent quorum of marooned demigods. I am detached from narrative, history, identity: whip out a dictionary and tell me what that means. On the days the stars conspire against me, I will conquer and overcome my ugliness. Today, I saw the sun rise into a bank of clouds. I want to be strong, and I want also to not have to be strong. I left the windows open. Is it raining now? The shadow is a mouth that baptizes. The shadow is a lover who won’t call. You die and die and die then live. I think of the small white moths orbiting the garden. Because they are beautiful, because they barely exist at all.

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[ID: poem text reading,

"We never guessed how much we'd miss the hot and sticky hugs and standing close enough to whisper. Glory of reach and grasp, nudge, nuzzle, spoon and squeeze.

I've heard the phenomenon is called skin starvation and it's the reason infants are laid naked on their mothers' breast the moment after birth. Because touch is how we greet one another in almost every language and say: you are here and I am with you and we are not alone.

I confess I've not yet learned how to translate the gorgeous shock of seeing you. Even from 6 feet, I wonder if you can feel the electricity of my skin, pining in its sweat song, so helpless and hungry: hello hello hello."

/end poem text.]

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