Insomnia Chases Sleep

Insomnia chases
sleep out the window.
Sleep boomerangs
off the moon,
and hides under a bridge
I’ve never seen.

Insomnia is relentless.
It chases sleep
through a trap
door. Sleep lands
on a dry riverbed
of stones.

Sleep slips
into the mother
of forests,
slips on ice.
Insomnia builds a fence
to keep sleep out.

Nolcha Fox

Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Bullshit Literary Magazine, Storyteller’s Refrain, Dark Entries, Wilder Literature and others. Her chapbook, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” is available on Amazon.

Cover Image:Omid Armin