We did not name these colours.

They exist between the shades 

When my uncle don madness

he can scoop those in his fist

and cast on the face of this race of the names. 

"We are not blind enough to see." 

He says. Whatever it may mean. 

I have to drag him inside. Sometimes

people are so hostile!

And my skin feels the sheen and grain.

I see no granules of hues. I rub my hands

again and again.

Published on April 17th, 2023