Gin & Bleach
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Release Date: 27/09/2012
Poems sprung from the brain of Wallace Stevens after an erotic dream about Miss Dickinson and breakfast with Mother Goose.
"My Reptile"Little frilléd lizardwith your big mouthand your clutch of egg.Pure urge iguanaI wanna wannawannaheavy 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?