by Isabella DeSendi
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for Sheila Abdus-Salaam
In April we will find her body.
It is March. New York is gray, between
seasons like a heart undecided
between new love and loss.
for Sheila Abdus-Salaam
In April we will find her body.
It is March. New York is gray, between
seasons like a heart undecided
between new love and loss.