Eve Rounds


dark morning darkness

woke up crying

i now embrace the word


it’s a simple truth.

my dad should be with me on my             wedding day

escorting my mom and i

trusting my choice and chosen

raising his tumbler full of bubbly

making jokes

a few landing but most


which of course makes them funny

swaying clumsily to the song that would have made him cry

hugging kissing me goodnight

seeing him the next day


fucking should.


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