Eve Rounds

noise

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 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

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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!

incircles

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

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