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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In her dreamy debut, Alivia Francis ruminates, prays, drinks, bathes, whispers, and aches. She eats apples with jam. She wraps fingers around other fingers. She asks for forgiveness from her knees. She yearns from her back. She decides to be French. She stares out the window. She begs like a dog.Her poems explore the lust, shame, and confessions of a melancholic young life with a style that recalls her mid-20th century precedents but lives right here in the present, alongside all of us contemporary wolves. Throughout this collection of new work, Francis negotiates her way through all the guilt and surrender and malady of youth, choosing through salvific poetic form, to instead, somehow, be well.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In her dreamy debut, Alivia Francis ruminates, prays, drinks, bathes, whispers, and aches. She eats apples with jam. She wraps fingers around other fingers. She asks for forgiveness from her knees. She yearns from her back. She decides to be French. She stares out the window. She begs like a dog.Her poems explore the lust, shame, and confessions of a melancholic young life with a style that recalls her mid-20th century precedents but lives right here in the present, alongside all of us contemporary wolves. Throughout this collection of new work, Francis negotiates her way through all the guilt and surrender and malady of youth, choosing through salvific poetic form, to instead, somehow, be well.