Eve

a simple palindrome

you wait in a tunnel
balanced on the tracks

you could have come
on a Sunday
but we’re never guided
till vows transpire

you are no sub rosa
buried in the snow

not a gloaming,
nor a sunrise pouring

rather, fate’s elation

our bodies eclipse
as we’re ushered
through chandeliers,

and moments so
stark—
their features fleeting

though we lost count, our time
erodes

you
spin into twilight
i
rupture in rapture

Matt Esteves Hemmerich is an undergrad from SFSU with an emphasis in scriptwriting. His work has appeared in Berkeley Poetry Review, Vanitas, Emerge Literary Journal, Apropos Literary Journal, and Atlas Poetica.

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