Eve Rounds

i wrote you a poem

my mind jumps rope
from you to him to her to them
sometimes tripping
sometimes double skipping
no need to catch my breath
you’re there each time
the hot rain
cools my cheeks
you’re there each time
the bedroom plants are watered
from the outside
i’ve stopped stalking storms
sometimes retreating
sometimes greeting
they find me tying knots
you’re there each time


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

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