Alchemisland

This weed, cateye green

My eyes red like that cab Christine

New sheen or recalled at least some forgotten pristine

The hues which speeding blurred to unmeaning refused my refusal.

She knew what I told her and so I told her everything.

The nail-tugging inquisitor of unfilled silence

I fill with secrets, to see who shrinks.

I feel an unwanted visitor in my skin,

A chaperoning sister.