Eve Rounds

i can nap

i napped with you
unexpectedly
forcefully
peacefully
one of those
ohhhhh i can’t keep my eyes open for one more second
even to finish reading this sentence
one of those
ooooooh i’m being raped by slumber and i love it
no definitely means yes
one of those
ohso drowsy did i accidentally take an ambien

your smell puts a spell
of comfort in my path
from vertical to horizontal
such an easy journey

tusen takk for bringing a breeze

but where are you?…
and how many fucking times will i need to wash this motherfucking blanket
before the smell of you
dissipates
or
the presence of you
returns

tusen takk for teaching me how to nap.

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

love

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

noise

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

Twins

It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.