Poems from Mjoie
It was lopsided.
She erased it and tried again.
Still lopsided- but less so,
good enough.
She returned the paper-
the sixty percent D minus...
She can see her brother through the crack.
He’s resting his hand on the door he’s used so few times
And thinks that she could be sleeping,...
The definition of life without passion-
The steady beat of a heart
Skin without sweat
Consistent breaths
The casual blink of the eyes...