Eve Rounds

7 miles fueled by fantasy

to be
sifted sorted shattered

on my run
i fell on my face
winning a staring contest against the sun
i’m still pretty

ode to arbita
sexual slang
caricature of me

alternate lyrics to entire version
it SURE IS easier without you
if you reappeared on friday

poached eggs on
sante fe patties
if q doesn’t disappear again
*update q disappeared again
**update q reappeared.

i’m hungry.
**i’m stuffed.

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


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.