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    Bunny Girls
    Bunny Girls
    Bunny Girls
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    Bunny Girls

    By Angela Readman

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    Out of the doll's house and into the woods, Bunny Girls steps out of the shadows of girlhood and looks at the world with wide eyes. Surreal, spiky, wise and darkly funny, this new collection by Costa-winning author and poet Angela Readman expertly mixes shades of film noir, northern wit, and magic realism. Through the lens of childhood, these poems address autism, anxiety, and darker concerns buried by cultural ideals of femininity.
    Here in Readman's skilful words are odes to severed heads, angels and Disney villains, Marilyn Monroe's body double, squashed slugs, sexual awakenings, Wendy-houses and snow globes, nosebleeds and blackbirds. Women are both invisible and actively writing themselves into the visible. Where there is isolation and dislocation, its counterbalance is finding breathless, reckless joy in the acts of creation and imagination. At its heart, this enlivening, magnificent book is about darkness and light, the lovely and the frightening, the beautiful and the worrying.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNine Arches Press
    Release dateDec 8, 2022
    ISBN9781913437619
    Bunny Girls
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    Angela Readman

    Angela Readman (born 1973) is a British poet and short story writer. Her debut story collection Don't Try This at Home was published by And Other Stories in 2015. It won The Rubery Book Prize and was shortlisted in the Edge Hill Short Story Prize. She also writes poetry, and her collection The Book of Tides was published by Nine Arches in 2016. Something Like Breathing, Readman's first novel, was published by And Other Stories in 2019.

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      Bunny Girls - Angela Readman

      Christingle the Year Before My Mother Called the Priest

      They gave me the world when I was seven.

      I carried it, a fat orange with a sputtering candle.

      The sun would sizzle out if I spilled the wax.

      I didn’t get church, but I knew. Not to breathe

      so hard. I must walk slow, set my world on the altar

      with all the other worlds. Some looked squishy,

      pinched to a pulp. Girls sucked Christingle juice

      off their fingers, Brownie berets askew, bare swords

      in their fruit. Nobody said what the wine gums meant,

      but I held their stained glass until it burnt. I was sure

      I shouldn’t accidentally pop Jesus in my mouth,

      but might. Later, maybe, with the lights out,

      the flat chapeled by sleep. I sucked all the seasons.

      Goldfinches, cardinals, the spurt and fall of trees.

      I bit down into flickers, a leap in my teeth.

      Pica

      I ate all sorts when I was small. I could lick

      a dish glazed, wolf afters and still wanted

      more. There was space for something

      not on my plate, a fizz of dandelion crazed

      in the path. The Blackjack tarmac

      of freshly dug roads made me salivate. I’d dip

      bread in soup and taste gravel outside.

      The burnt treacle of August in wait,

      pavements sweating spilled slurpies

      of kids flip-flopping home. Liquorice,

      Twinkies, their hair flew high above bicycles

      spinning a candyfloss sky. I sucked the peaches

      of their voices, isolation dribbling down my chin.

      The street looked wax when they left.

      I peeled off a paper thin quiet, dropped

      ribbons and gum. The road had only me,

      sneaking out to inspect its scabs with a stick.

      I got down, held the path in my hands

      and sucked the sticky wounds to the bone.

      K.I.S.S.I.N.G

      I squirmed whenever I saw one coming, a kiss dropped off

      the trembling tree the schoolyard sentenced us to.

      I pulled up my hood, spit in my hair, the air zinging.

      They happened like bluebottles, buried in pulled pigtails,

      snapped jump-rope and bloody knees. I heard a buzz,

      the anorak scratch of dark legs crawling into heads.

      It was unclear when they’d become airborne, spat out

      and blown. I saw body-popping larvae grow wings.

      I stared at wet lips, fingers fond of nostrils, the snap

      of kisses left our hands stringy as gum. Flailing,

      my arms wafted puckers, a lasso slugging my face.

      I swore they never hit me, but I know some did.

      I tasted fingernails, jawbreakers, liver, and foil Virgin Marys

      my mother told me would knock my baby teeth out.

      Our Lady with the Sacred Heart

      Our Lady drifts in after the party. The kitchen’s a kilter

      of stacked bowls, bottles reeling from being

      the instrument that dared me to kiss seven boys.

      She doesn’t look how I think but moves the same.

      Like water finding its level, lying still enough

      to catch sky, cradle its blues. I know lasses

      who get that look settling into lads’ jackets, as if

      folding bits of themselves, sighing out the spikes.

      I am washing the dishes as if destroying evidence,

      scraping myself away before my parents fly out

      of Lanzarote. I’m not Catholic, I say, I just sneak in

      church sometimes if it’s dreich. That’s OK, Mary says.

      I’ll call her that, though I don’t ask. Just know,

      the way I

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