Eve Rounds


it was our privilege
to watch la bamba in the master bedroom
our preteen bellies full of linguine with canned clam sauce
prone posed and upside down
on the queen meant for three princesses
screech singing unknowingly incorrectly
at the top of our lungs hearts tonsils
gasping over the sudden and fatal coin tossed plane crash
the twenty one year old family cat observing us from the shag
we grip each others hands too tightly to feel any pain
in our fingers hearts preteen minds
no premonition
no present fear
that ten years later one of us would die
in a classically tragic car crash
just out of life’s turbulence
amidst the hope of
heads up


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 …