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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