SARAH SCHAFF
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POETRY
Origins
stare a moment.
land is glaring
& prey is ripe this year.
if god is slave
to this landscape, tracks
will vanish in a new storm.
stalk me or the elk
near a winter river where the brown
red willow root is stripped.
something like holiday season
i break like rich women
china mustard & dark green
it is enchiladas that burn
your lips it is christmas
snow yellow & grease oil
light cloaked like a scarf
braided you & me
to bark & bruised
street trees
Old Man Winter
cold man mirror
my silent
fed body
might empty
after clear
weepy fog
december comes
always achy
do you hear
snowfall
a still
snap
how he swallows
me like a dream
Sarah Schaff is a writer from Boise, Idaho. They have previously been published in Juke Joint Mag and Independent Variable Magazine. They are forthcoming in Nightingale & Sparrow Magazine.
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