Virginia Konchan

In the Late Style of Eros
January 25, 2018 Konchan Virginia

In the Late Style of Eros


Loneliness is a female shark
who circles the tank repeatedly,

feigning interest in aesthetics,
before finally eating the male.

The pleasure’s in not yielding
to mere lust, or despair.

Why bother telling you
you look like a man I loved,

when in fact you are that man,
or at least were, in the

Pleistocene era of big hair?
Four score and ten minutes ago

I looked at your photograph,
so proud to know you,

as if you were my famous relative
when in fact you’re the stranger next door.

O, mealy-mouthed cliché.
O, sweet-smelling catastrophe.

Welcome to our life
before it was lived,

dust-bowl epic eliciting
no feeling but awe.





Virginia Konchan is the author of a book of poetry, The End of Spectacle (Carnegie Mellon, 2018), a collection of short stories, Anatomical Gift (Noctuary Press, 2017), and two chapbooks, including That Tree is Mine (dancing girl press, 2018).  Her poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, The New Republic, Boston Review, and elsewhere.