Exhibitionist /

Exhibitionist / Molly Cross-Blanchard.

"Smart, raunchy poems that are sorry-not-sorry. One minute she's drying her underwear on the corner of your mirror, the next she's asking the sky to swallow her up: the narrator of Exhibitionist oscillates between a complete rejection of shame and the consuming heaviness of it. Painfu...

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Bibliographic Details
Main Author: Cross-Blanchard, Molly (Author)
Format: Book
Language:English
Published: Toronto : Coach House Books, [2021]
Edition:First edition.
Subjects:
Canadian poetry > 21st century.
Canadian poetry.
poetry.
Poetry.
Poésie.
Table of Contents:
  • Meet-Cute
  • Meet-cute p. 15
  • You're not allowed to die p. 16
  • Dear Dolphin p. 17
  • We've all got a poem called Blood Quantum p. 18
  • It's clockwork p. 19
  • How do you suffer? p. 20
  • Granville Island p. 22
  • Just a sweet sweet fantasy, baby p. 23
  • If you love it let it mould p. 24
  • At 5 a.m., the love p. 25
  • You Think You Know Your Life
  • You think you know your life p. 29
  • Dear Dolphin II p. 31
  • Puncture wounds p. 32
  • Home from A&W in winter after seven beers p. 34
  • I'm such a modern woman when I brunch p. 35
  • You have two girlfriends p. 36
  • Hey, spirit guides p. 37
  • Nothing lazy can be good p. 38
  • It's so hard to live in the world p. 40
  • Way out, or Poem I wrote while jogging on 12th Ave p. 42
  • Let's talk about it p. 43
  • Happy for a time p. 45
  • I'm a woman without a lover p. 46
  • Are you there Molly? It's me, Hymen p. 47
  • When We're Young
  • When we're young and insecure about our intelligence p. 53
  • I famously don't care p. 54
  • Dear Mr. Decker p. 55
  • First-time smudge p. 67
  • Still fkn writing about him p. 68
  • I want to call you now and every time p. 69
  • Winnipeg, you're so pretty p. 70
  • We used to go to this dessert bar p. 72
  • Please don't sue me, Meghan Trainor. This is not a pop song p. 73
  • When I'm older p. 75
  • What Do You Do?
  • What do you do? p. 79
  • Junior Chicken p. 81
  • Not a tweet, not yet a poem p. 82
  • To the drummer from Halifax who shared my ice cream cone but didn't stay the night p. 84
  • Dear Dolphin III p. 85
  • I go to the orthodontist p. 86
  • You p. 87
  • This is a poem I've fashioned p. 89
  • Whoever invented cruise control just wanted to fuck themself p. 95
  • At Christmas p. 97
  • Pinky drum p. 98
  • Put it on my tombstone: 'It was just her personality' p. 99
  • Accidental boyf p. 100
  • But if p. 102
  • They will call this vulnerable p. 104.

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