Gin & Bleach

"My Reptile"Little frilléd lizardwith your big mouthand your clutch of egg.Pure urge iguana—I wanna wannawanna—heavy petin a moist habitat.Your dewlap licksdown my spine;your creep yearns,yearns your crawl,like a small machinethat you rev andrev and rev untilthe engine floods.Gin and bleach: two clear liquids aiming for purity, bordering the toxic. Catherine Wing's poems are soaked in her cocktail, mixing doubt, loneliness, rough elbows, and razor focus. It riddles, aiming askew for a straight answer: how do we make our way through this world?