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
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[font=Calibri]Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. [color=black]Her poems have been published in [/color][/font][i][font=Calibri]Bullshit Literary Magazine[/font][/i][font=Calibri], [i]Storyteller’s Refrain[/i], [i]Dark Entries[/i], [i]Wilder Literature[/i] and others. Her chapbook, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” is available on Amazon.[/font]
Cover Image:Omid Armin