Life (With Apologies to Chekhov)

By DENISE DUHAMEL

In this story, the gun
doesn’t go off. The sun
melts the pistol into a vase,
the intact barrel becoming a lip
to hold flowers. The un-murdered
kiss, their clothes sliding
to the floor, their orgasms proof
of a feminine ending.

 

Denise Duhamel’s most recent book of poetry is ScaldBlowout was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Her other titles include Ka-Ching!Two and TwoQueen for a Day: Selected and New Poems;The Star-Spangled Banner; and Kinky. Her most recent collaborations are CAPRICE (Collaborations: Collected, Uncollected, and New) with Maureen Seaton and The Unrhymables: Collaborations in Prose with Julie Marie Wade. She teaches in the MFA program at Florida International University in Miami.

 

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Life (With Apologies to Chekhov)

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