Exhibitionist

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. 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. What this speaker wants more than anything is to beseen, to tell you the worst things aboutherself in hopes that you'll still like her by the end. (From Coach House Books)