Eve Rounds

invitation lost

existing in halves
one foot in the sand
one boot in the snow
full
and
void

rarely a windless day
and so the sky celebrates
releasing a net of frozen confetti

invisible birds trill
yet even their complaints
sound of a pleasantly generic playlist

icy fists hide in pockets
ready for the
surprise!
dry eyes squint in anticipation

the tide fails over and over
to fracture the seasonal divide
of my
consciousness

nevertheless the party continues
guests overstay their welcome
mingling in my hair
and the hallows of my snood
an unexpected ease in the emptiness
of my
thank you for coming.

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.