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๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ฏ ๐˜‘๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ

she churned inside

her Coca-Cola eyes

the burn of it

both balm and blessingโ€”

amphibious design,

a single extremityโ€”

homing device, an offset

to excessive amounts of liquor,

lines of coke, the occasional fatty

hungrily consumed

of a single evening

morphing into days & nights

then, haywire weekends

burnt-orange afternoons

incomprehensible mornings

the slang of the street

her only sustenance

welfare checks, for a time

until even loved ones

tired of hanging on,

holding out, hope

charred and mangled,

lifetimes sacrificed

to the god

of good times


Julie Allyn Johnsonย 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.ย ย A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poetry can be found inย Star*Line, The Briar Cliff Review, Phantom Kangaroo, Haven Speculative, Cream Scene Carnival, Coffin Bell, The Lake, Granfalloon, Chestnut Reviewย and other journals.


Speculative fiction & POETRY ZINE
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