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14 August 2012

"My Reptile"
Little frilléd lizard
with your big mouth
and your clutch of egg.
Pure urge iguana
I wanna wanna
wannaheavy pet
in a moist habitat.
Your dewlap licks
down my spine;
your creep yearns,
yearns your crawl,
like a small machine
that you rev and
rev and rev until
the 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?
Publishers Weekly
Catherine Wing’s Gin & Bleach aims to burn us clear (as only corrosives like gin and bleach can do) to a better understanding of our place in the world.”
Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal Pre-Pub Alert
Wide Heart
Possible Audiences for this Work
I’m
Dominant Tom
Trash Bird
Field Guide
Fine Point
The Brain Truck
Petit Zeus
Conditions of ISH
A Mano
Twelve Bar Blues
Vitreous Humor
Dance, misery!
I Ask Myself
How Shadow Shot the Aerialist
Self-Medication
To a Wigglehead
Oh You
Area 25
My Reptile
Still Murmur
The Chiefest Word
Inner Weather
Self-Portrait with Doubt
Couplets
Tom Cat at the Kit Kat Club
On and Off, Again
Counting Song #5
Night Song
Death Marching Song
The Etruscans
Count Down Song
Eye-Fucked
Moth-Summoning Song
Amor, Amar
Cobbled Song
Your Other Other
Tom & Jerry Tailspin
Here, There
The Answer to the Riddle
The Darker Sooner
Enough
How It All Fell Out