Abstract
Smart, raunchy poems that are sorry-not-sorry. Sticky, sad, and sultry, Exhibitionist is a merry-go-round circling back to the tender, awkward parts of ourselves. Molly Cross-Blanchard allows her poems to ask the reader out for ice cream, to fart at a dinner party, to sprawl out on a chaise lounge, stare through a dusty skylight and whisper that they think they may love you. And that love will be unmistakably mutual.' -Mallory Tater, author of The Birth Yardand This Will Be Good'Multiple orgasms appear in the first line of the first poem in Exhibitionist.