Eve Rounds


what did falling in love

feel like

to you

actual falling

a new winter sweater

a blood flutter

did you question its science


were you just grateful to be wanted

what about

the difference between

the second time

and the first

actual falling

a warm sleeping bag

a blood flutter

what had you learned


did you blame age and circumstance




where did you find

the courage

for the second

the last




at the end


that your last

love loved you

in ways only 47 years can prove

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

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