Eve Rounds

i want to tell you every.thing.

but you’re not here to hear.

there are times inside the timelines
all of them
when each direction burns.
i shuffle left
i curtsy right
i bend fowardfuck
what’s that cramp in my heart?
its purpose seems STOOOPID

this route unfamiliar
our compulsion strangled
in this new masked world

movement backwards backwards movement backwards
i stop.
and lace up
the hot pink of my teal sneaks.

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