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


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.