‘These poems follow a vertiginous logic to reassert the dark, personal utterance as a possible escape from places where we are always seen.’ Sam Riviere
Charlotte Geater’s poems for my FBI agent takes us down a Lynchian rabbit hole in which a sad and shadowy agent follows the poet’s every move. This book’s true surrealism lies in the fidelity with which it depicts how we now live—in a world where we are each the warm applause at the end of our own nightly show, and the rabid dogs ever-ready to devour one of our own.
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Charlotte Geater lives in Walthamstow. She is a freelance editor and writer, and volunteers at a community library. Her poetry has appeared in Queen Mob’s Tea House, The White Review, Clinic and The Best British Poetry 2013. She won The White Review Poet’s Prize in 2018.