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  • Lihini Welagedara

Anton Chekhov Didn’t Want to Write Stories


Anton Chekhov didn’t want to write stories.

They were just the aftermath of subliminal chaos.

A master of ‘nastroeniye’;

Not believing in words

When they described the profound sadness of

Nina and Irina,

But in the emptiness of her gaze

That crept between the syllables,

And stayed.


Just like Chekhov,

I learn and unlearn

The possibilities of this not being a story;

But a long, overdue reaction

To everything that makes me.

And after a cigarette or two,

I am only certain that

I am nothing but a feeling;

Living a little less,

And then,

A little more.