Real Cute Danger, Angela Cleland’s third collection, explores the experience of giving birth and becoming a parent ＂through the prism of horror and science fiction＂. Poems like ’I’m in Costa with the other new mums again’ deftly knock out the surfaces of a fake empire, a coffee shop, by comparing the setting with the realness of human flesh: ＂I know what it is to be meat, I am an animal, in the wild I would be dead right now.＂ Cleland claws away at the hysteria surrounding the female body in childbirth with her wildness and extravagant, unflinching, beauty.