Eve Rounds

no shallow glass bowl required. / the plumeria.

find a shallow glass bowl
of any non color
with any power of translucency
place it on a contrasting surface
merely for preparation

this shallow glass bowl
could comfortably accommodate
3 apples
a pear
and an apricot
this shallow glass bowl
should persuade the fruits to mingle
yet permit them room enough to ripen


rather than placing
3 apples
a pear
and an apricot
this shallow glass bowl
3 lemons
a rose
and a honeysuckle

the shallow glass bowl
at a height that is level
with your solar plexus
hinge at the hips
making your spine and neck
somewhat awkward in extension
while holding your face in a hover above
the shallow glass bowl
keep your
lash distance from the harmless pungency of the sour
displayed as if accepting affections from the perfume
tucked as if too shy to reciprocate in front of the sugar

inhale inhale
inhale inhale inhale
as many times as your lungs
as much volume as your ribs
can welcome


find a reasonably priced plane ticket either business or economy class will do but most definitely a window seat no matter how many times you tend to pee in flight your layover in seoul gives you plenty of time to deplane and enjoy the award winning massage chair before boarding with your next reasonably priced plane ticket destination phnom penh or siem reap will do landing just a fraction later to fingerprints and sweltering darkness by tuktuk or illegitimate taxi ride to the center of your chosen city exit the vehicle anywhere at all preferably in walking distance to a shack with 25cent angkor beer and fish amok but first




in slow motion
rotate your body
at the hips
1 minute
360 degrees
repeating clockwise and counter
merely to prevent dizziness
until you notice a tree
reminiscent of ancient royalty
commanding leaves offset by the most compassionate of branches
adorned with the white cream yellow flames of
5 pedaled stars

lift up on your toes
delicately pull the flower towards your kiss


just one time

your lungs and ribs will remember


good morning untitled

what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as

snip snip

the magic of a fresh cut i am literally lighter though not by much my shoulders have less to lug my neck has less to

but ok but

write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing

a 5 7 5 for e

peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!


is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would

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