Exhibitionist

Smart, raunchy poems that are sorry-not-sorry. Painfully funny, brutally honest, and alarmingly perceptive: Molly Cross-Blanchard's poems use humour and pop culture as vehicles for empathy and sorry-not-sorry confessionalism to examine the speaker's romantic relationships, her relationship with her body, and her Indigeneity. The speaker oscillates between the complete rejection of shame and the consuming heaviness of it; one minute she's air-drying her underwear on the corner of your mirror, and the next she's asking the sky to swallow her up. She fantasizes about a life for herself that is both traditional (husband, baby, professional success) and unabashedly feminist. But what this speaker wants more than anything is to be seen, to tell you the worst things about herself in hopes that you'll still like her by the end.