Eve Rounds

i don’t feel like writing…

and so i shall.

i’m sporadic with meditation. my fidelity, definition and “instructions” change frequently.  but somehow i have managed to connect with a new concept. thanks to a dear friend’s suggestion, i simply live in whatever i am feeling.

what i’ve discovered, is that i feel EVERYTHING in my chest. IT wraps ever so slightly around my rib cage and trickles down into my stomach.  neck knees hands are limp. toes are at ease.

my mind still burrows and revs, but the comfort in knowing that i will feel SOMETHING and that i know exactly WHERE anyallone of these feelings EXIST in my BODY, gives this infinite density a lightness.

a surprise in certainty.

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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!

incircles

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