midaregami's published ficlets
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watching television in the countryside
“Will you be sad?” she asks, “When I am gone?”
“Of course I will be sad, mais c’est la guerre,
my sweet and merciless dams… -
suetsumuhana / the safflower
The time when I would wait is gone
but I have nowhere else to go,
so how shall I start moving on?
When I must stay here, stan… -
Yukiguni / Snow Country
your cheeks all ruddy in the cold
your hands on mine that shake with pain
your cold blue eyes hold mine
I think
I’ll not mak… -
putting up with terrible small talk can make a person just a little crazy
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The Great Romance of the World Traveller
It was obviously the bed, I thought,
sleeping diagonally
one more night,
it was obviously the bed and I said
when I think of… -
Adventures in Exotic Anhedonia
I tell her I’ve been sick. It’s almost true:
I spent all last week sleeping. Back in town
is back to work and nose is somewha… -
a devastating lack of appropriate props
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My failed romance with traditional America
I have a moment of pontification:
The thing about New England, I tell him,
You understand why this nation’s
founders thought … -
pretending to be Dorothy Parker
If ever I loved a rose, my love,
the rose would not be you.
You certainly possessed the thorns
but not the flower of blood-re… -
pretending to be Bridget Jones
Last year the town was much too full
and now the town is empty
I walked by where you used to live
through half the dark and l… -
the one good thing about the balkans, other than the ice cream, which I hear is excellent
I am in the mountains, love
and you are overseas
and wish as hard as I might wish
you could not come to me
I’ll soon enough f… -
the coffeeshop before the bar
There’s cold and snow and dark and cold and yet
it’s February again and we’re not dead.
The sun would have us all learn to fo… -
my life is a repressed british drama
I’m used to feeling the want of the feel of your arms
and the way you were warm
and wanting to want the feel of your arms
and… -
as if anyone writes letters anymore anyway
You said you’d write—but don’t think I expect
a single word. I found two hairs today,
and knew they must be yours. So you… -
other gardens
It must have been like this for Lucifer
and Eve: the lord of hell would stroke her hair
and whisper, “Pretty Eve, my love so … -
playing with matches; running with scissors
I thought, although I wasn’t sure of love,
I knew what it was not. But now I lack
that sureness—what have I been dreaming of
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halfway through autumn
I might not know what love is, but I know
what it is not: this brief and frenzied fall,
of tangled leaves and hair all red. Y… -
a lack of appropriate enthusiasm
Your mouth on mine, the briefest hint of flame,
a blue cold tongue of spirits touched by fire—
I loved you with the same l… -
depressing statistics
I do not like to think
that I can write an equation
for your personality
and mine
multiplied by some human constant
divided b…
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