Eve Rounds

positivity in materialism


i tend to agree with thoreau. simplicity exposes contentment.

we all have entirely too much stuff.

but there are those few objects that bring us joy. guaranteed. that can’t be wrong…

accelerating and shifting and weaving with my 50th anniversary addition bonneville, ARBITA, puts a smile on my face like nothing else. it’s the speed. it’s the sound. it’s knowing that i look as sexy as i feel. i am a bad ass.

but more than that, it’s a freedom. i part ways with perception. what a gift to have time and space. free will takes me to the cigar shop, the bakery and anywhere else i damn well please.


arbita rests

good morning untitled

what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as

snip snip

the magic of a fresh cut i am literally lighter though not by much my shoulders have less to lug my neck has less to

but ok but

write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing

a 5 7 5 for e

peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!


is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would

a poem about you for you (and you)

you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love