Eve Rounds

my mind mine

i am in every room
eclectic functions
grounded purpose
my
vulnerable brain
unruly mind
neglecting to preheat the oven
succumbing to the chorus that’s been following me for days
one by one
my
impotent blood
disobedient cells
failing to dream on my hands
yielding to the criss cross breeze and an adequate book
for a collection of moments
what
is
mine

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

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