Photo by Ian Keteku The first time I heard one of Sabrina Benaim’s poems, I was having one of those days where you just feel… ugh. Like a basin of dirty dishwater. The poem was called ‘First Date’ and it was magic. Sabrina’s poetry is filled with this incredible sort of whimsy and truth and rawness, and after listening, all of a sudden I felt like all the dirt had been polished off. I felt empowered. Less like dishwater and more like myself again. In this interview, I got