Mitzi Kesterson Poems

Oceans belong between us
Or Montana-
Good choice.
Someday I'll put the ocean there
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He lays me down and bathes me with his lips
Until I am clean and new with his kisses.
Never will I need more than this.
Never again will I walk the shore with yearning.
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There's something wrong with your face when you smile
Like it doesn't meet your eyes.
It's as though happiness is as foreign to you
As commitment.
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Do you have these whispered conversations w/imaginary me
Like I do w/imaginary you?
Sleeping beneath juniper and yew trees-
Though it's ALL wrong-
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How could you?
How could you give them all a chance?
How could you move so much more quickly with them
So that they didn't just fall through your fingers?
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So I'm buying pink.
Afraid that I am gonna be alone.
Eventually,
W/my black dress,
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