Eve Rounds

the acrobat

she seems
in that
eye roll
constant displeasure
beknowst to audiences near and far and wide and real
her disappointment in the world on repeat
her disappointment in the world
her disappointment
every sugared onlooker a nuisance
every strewn flower unsatisfactory

oh the suffering!

a martyr announcing her martyrdom
her ambivalent expectations balloon
within the void within herself
not living up
she doesn’t know.
so lacking in self awareness
the queen of looking in all the wrong places
she doesn’t even know
to look for

she has the power to become powerful
but bows out.
of stretching in the wings
the thrill of the stage.
does she even know?
imperfectly executing royal victim
rather than performing the much anticipated
cannonball trick
flourish or fail

she is
in that state
of imbalance and fright
into something
the crowd can’t bear to watch
this variety of
circus act

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