Two Poems

Published March 16, 2017, 6:51 p.m. - 97 views


You broke me

Your back 
drinks in the moonlight
as you rearrange my pieces












Through the Wall

It’s okay
if you don’t have a language
because I like the way
you move your mouth anyway.
And maybe I’ll never
know you or live
within your head, but
hearing your voice through the wall
is enough.










By Lela Nesheim ’19

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