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.


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


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