'The literary love child of Jeanette Winterson and Allen Ginsberg' (BroadwayBaby.com), Jay Walker takes us on a poetically licentious romp through the story of one body and its many awakenings. Written under a filthy sky, and steeped in dizzying eroticism this is a literal/visceral combo on what the boldest of womens bodies would say if they could talk. Sexy, raw, audacious poetry with a mesmerising pin-drop delivery. It also hits the funny bone.
