Eve Rounds

7 miles fueled by fantasy

to be
sifted sorted shattered

on my run
i fell on my face
winning a staring contest against the sun
i’m still pretty

ode to arbita
sexual slang
caricature of me

alternate lyrics to entire version
it SURE IS easier without you
if you reappeared on friday

poached eggs on
sante fe patties
if q doesn’t disappear again
*update q disappeared again
**update q reappeared.

i’m hungry.
**i’m stuffed.


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 …