Eve Packer
danny to be honest
i have nothing for you, no earth-
shattering shaking words, no metaphors
that turn the heavens bluer than blue,
i am now the person you turn from
in the street, you think, i will never be
old as she
and you remember oh yes you have a satchel
full of memories that leap up to greet you
now and then: how you run to the window
and witness the confetti cascading from
the bronx roofs and everyone dancing
on sherman ave, and you ask why
everyone is so happy, and your mother
says, the soldiers are coming home
and you are running up the stairs
in the london underground in your
anello and davide heels, your paco rabanne
purple/yellow huge plastic earrings
and you can run in those heels, you can
walk up the five and a half flights
to your apartment today, you have
lots of stories but who wants to hear
when you glance in the mirror
you see a horror flick, oh well
another day, and i'll let you in on a secret
— monday 6.12.23: 8:54pm
5.31.23: 7:31 pm
every weekday for 4 hours
the texas oil heiress who lives
part-time down the block, opens
her windows so we passers-by
can peruse the small magnificent
black & red rothko on her wall
until, as jack, her extremely handsome
handy-man just tells me, they light the candles
let the window shades drop
— wednesday, 5.31.23: 7:37 pm
Eve Packer: Bronx-born, poet/performer/actress, appears solo, w/music, in dance and theatre.Grants and awards include NYFA, Jerome Foundation, NEH, and NYSCA. Her work has appeared in Tribes, Court Green, Poetry in Performance, Long Shot, Ikon, & various anthologies, including I Speak the City, Unbearable & Rogue Scholars Press anthologies and others. She has published four poetry books, skulls head samba, playland poems 1994-2004, new nails. (Fly By Night Press), & no mask no talk corona poems 2020-2021 (w/photos) from Autonomedia Press. Has several poetry/jazz CD’s w/ saxophonist Noah Howard & others. Honored to be part of the Tribes. Teaches at WCC. mom, grandmom. Lives downtown and swims daily. evebpacker@aol.com