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

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