Sadie Dupuis is the guitarist, songwriter & singer of rock band Speedy Ortiz, as well as the producer & multi-instrumentalist behind pop project Sad13. Sadie heads the record label Wax Nine, edits its poetry journal, and has written for outlets including Spin, Nylon, and Playboy. She holds an MFA in poetry from UMass Amherst, where she also taught writing. Mouthguard, her first book, was published in 2018 (Gramma); Cry Perfume, a second poetry collection, releases October 2022 via Black Ocean. Her most recent studio album is Sad13’s Haunted Painting (2020). She is an organizer with the Union of Musicians & Allied Workers and its local UMAW Philly.

Praise

“Cry Perfume is a bouquet of delights. Especially rich in the images, in the scenes that make you feel like you have lived them, and cannot wait to live them again. This is a book of immense pleasure, and I am so thankful for it.”

— Hanif Abdurraqib, author of A Little Devil in America

“Sadie’s poems have all day long sustain. Musical meters and flows cut with DIY realness—it’s so fresh and I’m really into it!”

— Stephen Malkmus, of Pavement and The Jicks

“Sadie Dupuis’s poems upset the sacred order—a lot, pulling a rabbit out of a hat and acting like she knows it in a familiar but noir kind of way. It’s impressive. I don’t mean Sadie is god, but she is definitely one of their friends.”

— Eileen Myles, author of Chelsea Girls 

“Musician and poet Sadie Dupuis is a rare talent. I feel better knowing she exists, that she’s out there on the road, and she’s writing everything down.”

— Brandon Stosuy, founder of The Creative Independent

“Cry Perfume bursts with an absolutely hallowed strangeness that I love, a logic and surreal pleasure all its own, wonderful and new. These poems are small, potent, full of textured acrobatic language, funny to a knife’s point ... Essential.”

— Wendy Xu, author of The Past, You Are Not Dead

“In Cry Perfume, being alive is not the same thing as really living. These poems stare up at the moon at night and go to their day jobs the next morning. They give us much needed tinctures and balms to soothe the nervous system on this endless galactic journey.”

— Jenny Zhang, author of My Baby First Birthday