My Reptile"Little frilled 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?" | Gin & Bleach by Catherine Wing, Paperback | Indigo Chapters