Eve Rounds

apple picking in the kitchen

ceramic paring knife to
pink lady skin
your chest tips forward to meet my shoulder blades
small in comparison
your arms build a tunnel around my rib cage
plenty of room to spare but we spare none
your face rests heavy to the side of my spine
lightly smiling lightly scratching

we share a pale transparency
of entirely different tones
yet matching
we share
the space
the sour


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 …