Eve Rounds

this unkind world

how is your head young lady
the moon is on your side tonight
i have known you for thousands of years
traced your form in timelines through space

this unkind world
i fear for my soulfulness
out and about
out and about
this unkind world

your sleep is sick your well is hollow
echoes rotate dreams awake
borders won’t quell all the creatures that hide
just inside the underside of more

where is your head young lady
slow your roll the sun is up
loosen those limbs young lady
leap into the wild
this untamed world

often escape is the only haven
parting ways with ragged emotion
and there you sit between indigo and yellow
reflecting outward no more back and forth

this untamed world
i give into my soulfulness
out and about
out and about
this untamed world

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