Eve Rounds

ruth less

she is
trapped
an arid word she’d never thought to use herself
on behalf of herself
not in this timeline
a word she’d used often
in the pasts of passing

how is she
captured
again
she wonders
how has she deemed herself the hunter
while assuming a position of prey
well she must have feltbeenseen
both
she decides

a radical breeder of choice
her surroundings provide few outs and far ins between
each crippling to a savage end

has she killed herself on repeat
she ponders

the spear has dulled
yet it pierces nonetheless
while she bleeds muchthemore

a hickory syrup of muted acceptance

lessons unlearned until
no escape
no endurance
she traces the sap
in search of injuries
to find
none

elbows traverse the chest
an embrace of
compression
compassion
she shovels the fever of her pulse
knuckle fist knuckle nail

breathing her own breath
in
out
she counts
in
out
she counts
in
out
controlled
in
out

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 …