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Sep 2018
We dug through dusk,
well past flash-light and mosquito bites.
Kim planted Roxanne almost three feet below,
swathed in cardboard and blanket folds.

No spoken words.
Just a cinder-block marker and a promise
of daffodils

to pick gently
next Spring.
Kilano Saddler
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Kilano Saddler  29/Transfeminine/Southeast USA
(29/Transfeminine/Southeast USA)   
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