Eve Rounds

the white in the white

heading south
i see her approaching
by borrowed bicycle
white earbuds white capri pants
white breezy bob
pedaling to the rhythm section of her chin to teeth
to florescent gum
“good morning”
a smile
a little girl’s hopefulness
an old woman’s modest satisfaction of self
white teeth unabashed

i needed that
to run faster to run with a sure foot
a sure stride a sure breath
a soft moment
i. am. small.
world. feels. big.
therefore i must fit.
i do fit.
effortlessly
if the trying ceases to try so fucking much
entangled in a delayed reaction wishing to have returned all of her sentiments
wasted time spent eternally cocooned
wasted time spent internalizing
that smile

heart empty heart beating
body in motion tarrying emotion
mind empty mind beating
time has such conviction

heading north
i see her approaching
my foot stride breath offer this moment
she is delighted to find that my smile matches her own
eye contact
“good morning”
kindred little girls kindred old women
white teeth

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.