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American Pastoral


Lo, how a rose ere blooming
just beyond the camera lens,
a wildlife habitat protected
from Pinterest and Twitter.
If all life is suffering,
according to Buddhists,
is death then sublime?
Yes.  There, there, we’ll wear
Noh masks and forgo
eating, like models.
Each morsel will become
an object of contemplation
rather than fuel for a body
already long past its prime.
I fell in love with my fifteen-
year-old self of late, but she
is also long dead, like Melville,
and all the Great White Men
(canonically speaking).
Let us now praise famous
hipsters, riding shotgun
in a Camaro, with God.

Virginia Konchan