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.

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