by Lindsey Siferd
my father said that he hopes death washed away all of my brother’s pain
leaving just the joy
everything these days is a sign, everything these days is auspicious
what would it mean to let just the joy remain
how to see god, even
but every time i soften my heart
the blows, the blows!
Lindsey Siferd has previously been published in Atlanta Review, Epiphany, Ghost City Review, and others. She works full-time as a college admissions counselor and lives in New York City. She will graduate with an MFA from Columbia University this fall.