Eve Rounds


note to men
cologne has the opposite effect of your hopes and fantasies
trust your own smell

note to women
impressed by your strength on a daily basis
trust the strength in your vulnerability
trying too hard?…

note to self
realizations in representations
banjojo fear of failure
arbita fear of death
love fear of departure

note to universe
thank you and yes please and thank you and yes please and etc…

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

i don’t even know

how long it’s been. haven’t been counting days haven’t counted backwards on the calendar. haven’t bothered to reread my own words. haven’t been missing you

the five senses

your blue eyes and crooked lippy smile which i inherited that tiny soft bristle brush for your basically bald head the white corvette a campfire cards


what did falling in love feel like to you actual falling a new winter sweater a blood flutter did you question its science or were you


sometimes the wind the waves muffle and drown my memories sometimes the wind the waves magnify and amplify the sound of your voice and clearing

the theatre

this is  a silent film flickering  catching  starting over emptiness surrounding such a blinding contrast ahead of us shared stories  captured images disconnected nonsensical we