Eve Rounds

water sports

i prefer the deep end
depth is my comfort
of somersaults
and penny fetching
cheering high dives into
the solitude of
aqua night
my dreams float to the surface

you said
oh me too
depth is MY comfort
but you never quite made it over
the slanted threshold of four to eight

i prefer the sea
depth is my comfort
of ebbs and flows
and salting wounds
lunar parties serving
by invitation only
double sight
these visions keep me buoyant

i wave goodbye from my ship of sails
as you play catch with your self
having found a deflated beach ball
at the shallow end


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 …