Eve Rounds

i can nap

i napped with you
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
the presence of you

tusen takk for teaching me how to nap.

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

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