"Rape was the first sex I ever heard of. Some girl tied to a telephone pole down by spy pond," she says. "I had a lot of cock shoved in my mouth, hoots, getting fucked with cold hot dogs." She recalls her wool plaid pants being off and pancake batter all over the place. How do you get over something like that? Or do you ever? Well, I don't know. I think you figure out how to be in the world".
Debbie talks to poet Eileen Myles about poetry, fame, and politics.