Little Bitch

Little Bitch hangs out in cemeteries, art galleries, hot-pink nuclear bunkers. She ruins your favourite movies and won’t stop talking about how hungry she is, horses, roses, her dead mother, the sea. She watches too much Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. She is a Venusian hellhole. She is too pretty to cry.

Ellora Sutton’s hotly-anticipated debut collection is an unsettling exposé of wasted potential, the precarity of desire, and the violence of girlhood. With cameos from Hello Kitty, Susan Sontag, Tony Hawk, and Marina Abramović, Little Bitch uses a powderpuff to serve up a suckerpunch with a side of Black Forest Gateau.

I imagine the words ‘Little Bitch’ painted on the side of a bomb, falling from the sky, and I am giddy with envy that you are about to be in its crater, its explosion of smarts and sensuality and sincerity and other things beginning with s I can’t think of right now because mostly what I want to say is ‘astonishing astonishing astonishing, these poems, this brain, this openness to the world, and all the pain and pleasure within it’, and if you do not feel that after reading this you and me cannot be friends.'  Rishi Dastidar