Raccoon in Driftwood
by Sarah Suhr
It’s Easter Sunday
& I am seeing the dead
having walked here to feel
something old & familiar—
an empty eye socket
lips forever fixed in a snarl
fang forever wanton of flesh—
haven’t I said my heart
is a millstone? Here’s nighttide
taking what it wants.
Bonus audio of Sarah reading her poem…
About the author:
Sarah Suhr is a Seattle-based poet. She is the author of the chapbook Lies I Tell Myself (dancing girl press & Studio, 2018). Sarah’s poems have appeared in New Ohio Review, American Literary Review, The Normal School, Maudlin House, and many other places. She is an Associate Editor of Poetry Northwest magazine. Sarah has been nominated for multiple Pushcart Prizes and holds an M.F.A. in Poetry from Antioch University, Los Angeles.
sarahsuhr.com