The poems in this collection are, roughly, themed around sickness, including sicknesses of society such as racism. My favourites were the ones which seemed the most personal - especially the ones about the speaker's relationship with her dying mother. There are also poems in broad Scottish accents about being ill: the first poem in the book starts:

Let me tell you what like it is.
It's a great muckle hand inside my guts, clawing.
Or a camshachle crow; beak at my kidneys. ( )