Eve Rounds

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 shuffling
cards shuffling in flight
the sizzle of pungent food
your cough more habit than clearing of the throat
your hug
shrinking over time
but always encompassing
a campfire
carbs baking
fruit frying
your regular soap
your hidden indoor herb garden
your roses
gas and oil
good beer
bad beer
stolen blob of raw sourdough after rising but before baking
anything breakfast related
curry all colors all countries
sushi
dark chocolate
good beer
bad beer
missing you
missing you
missing you
missing you
missing you

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

love

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

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

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

Twins

It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.