Making sense of the Orlando massacre, impossible. Sometimes grief has to be taken outside. So I go into the garden; recite 50 names to nasturtium. As much as it sickens me, I don't leave the killer out of the naming. Why nasturtium? Who better to witness than these colorful optimists, brimming with youthful exuberance, flourishing in community. No soft lesson here. At best, a harsh takeaway. Take away the guns.

Kit Kennedy has published 3 volumes of poetry. She lives in San Francisco and serves as Poet in Residence of SF Bay Times.

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