Sarah Seybold
Grief
I broke down in a field of dandelions,
those weeds nobody loves,
a rash of jagged leaves
like the yard where I grew up.
May sun blazed.
Yellow hurt my eyes.
My mom is dead and will be
the remaining days I’m alive.
Sarah Seybold’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Alaska Quarterly Review, Chicago Quarterly Review, Gulf Coast, ZYZZYVA, The Dodge, SWWIM, Thimble, Stirring, and elsewhere, and her poetry has been nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. She lives with her husband and daughter in Columbus, Ohio. Instagram: @sarahseyboldwrites.