Eve Rounds

regrets are worse than an auto immune disease

i grow old inside the depths of
wrinkles and seams chisel themselves in and branch out
with every
“back when”
reaching to borrow from this ever fading palette of patience
joints swell in fervent fever
muscles shrivel up in drowsy discontent
with every infinite
“if only”
provoking my very own
“what if”
diminishing my constant state of

my heart navigates the tempo
of my singing blood
of my thriving veins
of my fearless cells
my mind
tenacious as the tail wind


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 …