Eve Rounds

the right stiletto

if only i could brace myself
no i’m taken
aback every time it comes from the
back alley
and kicks me in the jaw
heel. first.
it had been a pleasant
extended estrangement
unconscious on my part.

ever ashen my heart knows how to heal itself
from the
rage.
too bulbous a word?
on some days.

the shock of its impact
almost almost just barely
greater than the
fury itself.
too hefty a word?
not on this day.

i selectively revisit the joy
“you” “gave” “me”
the far away family that became
mine

i manipulate the daily disappointments
illustrated by your epic scowl
morph them into
dark lessons of
time

i reimagine my selfless concavity
as “opportunity”
bow to the things that accumulated
along the way

but still
i hate you.
too savage a word?
i don’t care.

Twins

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.  

should.

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 …