Articles/Essays – Volume 49, No. 1

My sister once died

My sister once died, 
alone, on the operating table.  
They brought her back of course 
—no harm done— 
but I wonder if the sorrow she keeps tucked 
beneath her lashes 
is there because she now knows divine rejection, 
or because upon resuscitation 
she received 
one too many 
shocks to the heart.