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contrapuntal insomnia

images intrude like a black & white western

eyes tightly clenched i rage with fever

in tangled twisted sheets remnants of nauseous purges

heralding the inevitable a raw, unfiltered death

a sleep-weary consciousness preys upon my waning id

an already swarming cold-gleaming porcelain

sanitized version of billowing smoke

a whistle pierces peers into the dregs of my mind

late into the mouse-gray night pages fraught with pristine white

Julie Allyn Johnson is a sawyer’s daughter from the American Midwest whose current obsession is tackling the rough and tumble sport of quilting and the accumulation of fabric. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poetry can be found in Star*Line, The Briar Cliff Review, Phantom Kangaroo, Haven Speculative, Anti-Heroin Chic, Coffin Bell, The Lake, Chestnut Review and other journals.

Read more of her poetry here and here.

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