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
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