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Her first pamphlet since her debut full collection Platinum Blonde sees Phoebe Stuckes' trademark poems of high humour and hubris take on a dreamier, more abstract, quality. Perhaps the 'wise-cracking party girl' of her earlier work is sensing that, for a while at least, the party is postponed. There isn't much worth staying up late for any more in these poems. Instead, our character lies awake in bed long into the night or wakes up into a pre-dawn world they barely recognise. And the strange new rural setting they wake to is inviting and also threatening and therefore not to be trusted. Phoebe Stuckes remains one of the most exciting horrifying hilarious unsettling poets writing today. The One Girl Gremlin is of course an absolute triumph!
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FIRST PUBLISHED SEP 2021
Printed and bound in the UK by Positive Print, Birmingham
ISBN: 978-1-912565-64-1
ePub ISBN: 978-1-913917-75-3
1. I wake up early, I wait for the light to roll in
2. Paris
3. Holes
4. Dustbunny
5. Foxes
6 Men’s Rooms
7. I love you so much
8. Free Anna Delvey
9. I used to be thin
10. Last night I dreamt I was alive and
11. Sex Scene
12. The one girl gremlin
13. Cyberspace
14. Dolly Parton
15. Baby you know what I want
16. Jane Fonda
17. Crows
18. Pastoral
19. Killbuck
20. Poem in which I am always leaving
21. It’s a bad business
Acknowledgements
The One Girl Gremlin
One minute everything in the world is a poem,
the next everything is a cardboard box
with a number drawn on. I spend my mornings
trying not to imagine all the terrible things
that are happening in the world, somewhere they are
all happening at once. All the rich men with their various wants
their desires lying around like oil stains on the chaise.
All I think about is love and money, marrying for money and falling
in love on the side. Staying in love with my past loves, meeting them
in oyster bars, never forgetting anything, never making any money.
I think about Jean Rhys in Paris, waiting for Harrison Ford
to wire her some money, she was always dying her hair, getting fired,