This genre-bending collection of stories is really weird, but that is because I am neither black nor female, nor American. Getting to grips with the culture was quite a challenge - and some people may find the language unsettling. But it was worth the effort and very illuminating. I can truly say that the people in power will hate it because it gives a voice to the under-represented and the unrepresented in US society.
At five pm, they packed up and hauled boxes past baseball diamonds and greenhouses lush with floral imports to their parking spot half a mile away. Wheezing like a pig in a slaughterhouse cage from carrying one box, Spike reminded herself to quit smoking. Tif, damn her, carried two. Spike would look to her belly; however preposterous the thought she was going to be a mum. Three hearts beat inside her, a marvelous and alien reality.
'I love being pregnant!' Tif said as if she had read her mind. 'All those mummy endorphins! It's like being high all the time!'
'I thought pregnant women glowed,' Spike countered, 'Like sugary piss.'
Fortunately her mockery flew past Tif. 'We don't glow! We grunt and puke and fart.'
