Eve Rounds



the wind the waves

muffle and drown my memories


the wind the waves

magnify and amplify

the sound of your voice and clearing of your throat

your graceful hobble into a room full of us

sometimes i crave an interlude from this chasmic sorrow

sometimes i am incensed by the muted reflections

you were a fairly loud man

echoing off of everything

oh universe

give me just a few more seconds (no minutes no lifetimes)

of his noise




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