Savannah Brown

In this dazzling third collection, poet Savannah Brown holds a magnifying glass to modern intimacy with a lens that burns as often as it illuminates. Moths, ex-lovers, Jeff Bezos, and other supernatural creatures flit through the pages as Brown charts her own cartographies through London and the world wide web seething in everybody's pocket. These poems pinch and pull through the smallest moments, like someone trying to zoom in on a smartphone photo, or someone in the thrall of a bad, bad habit.

Closer Baby Closer

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I've filled journals with fantasies about people who hate me,

imprisoned people in my mind, and they're still there.

Feeling something that is almost pain. Their aliveness

they're sucking the sound of the sea out of me,

a worm with my face rolls around on the bed sheet, 

says if I wasn't put on the planet to worry, then God,

if a part of the world was made for you it is not here

you have never been further from love cut in your shape

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