Eve Rounds

i wrote you a letter

remember when we were laying in bed
and for no reason at all
we switched sides?

we were both reading (the new yorker and some obscure novel), though I don’t think that four words per minute can actually count as reading.

other literature distracted us.
I narrated the stuttering salt of your beard.
you quoted the braille of goosebumps down my neck.
eyes within eyes within scent
told stories.
teeth and tongues sketched
tall tales to skin.
our laughter marked the next chapter.

in a single insignificant moment, my own commonplace inhalation was shared by your equally ordinary exhalation.
eyes within eyes within breath was understood.
sealed with the lyric of our lips.
this is why.this.
remember that?
remember this.
it’s about to happen.



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.  


dark morning darkness woke up crying i now embrace the word should. it’s a simple truth. my dad should be with me on my   

27 days ago

i lost you so suddenly too suddenly your blue eyes in a constant state of near tear because you loved life giving us so much

haiku ish

in this direction waves break to the right of me reversing my own current

.no . title .. here …

your ……. face against the bruised air between my quiet mind and the raging storm …. panic .. desire …….. pain and wishful logic slowly …