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Falley, Megan

 
9781938912450: Redhead and the Slaughter King

Synopsis

The dark, sexy, and dangerous landscape of Redhead and the Slaughter King is illuminated by its truth-slinging author, Megan Falley.

More than a collection of poems, this book serves as a survival guide for anyone who has ever been a daughter.

Knotted with gritty tales of addiction, mental illness, and girlhood, this book is the prequel to every time someone asked the question, "How did I end up here?"

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À propos de l'auteur

Megan Falley is the queer-femme author of three full-length collections of poetry: Drive Here and Devastate Me (Write Bloody Publishing 2018), Redhead and the Slaughter King (2014), and After the Witch Hunt (2012). Her chapbook, Bad Girls, Honey [Poems About Lana Del Rey] was the winner of the 2015 Tired Hearts Chapbook Prize. She is a National Poetry Slam & Woman of the World Poetry Slam finalist. She is co-author of a non-fiction book with poet Andrea Gibson, How Poetry Can Change Your Heart (Forthcoming on Chronicle Books, 2019).

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Alibi"Danish Man Aquitted of Sexual Assaults Because He was Asleep, Suffers from 'Sexsomnia.'" —NY Daily NewsWhy isn't there a disease where you do something usefulin your sleep–maybe file my taxes? Caulk the bathtub? Scoop the kitty litter?I need a pedicure. Need to fix this unibrow. Finish that manuscript.Can't you help with that?I've suddenly contracted a sleep-punching disease.I'm going to cuddle up next to everyonewho believes your shit.In my disease I tie balloon animalsout of scrotums.It's okay. I'm sleeping.I don't want to be held accountable either.It's funny–your disease manifested itselfat thirty-one years old when you had a pair of teenage girls in your home. Curious it didn't haunt youon your camping trip with Grandpa.If I had an affliction where I unconsciously shoveda pistol into the people I loved, I'd tell them:look, I do this thingin the night–it might kill you,but it isn't me.Except I'd know it was me.I'd sleep in a crypt.I'd cut off my own hands.

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