"These poems seem broadcast--not to a European war zone behind an iron curtain of Communism but to a danger zone in Queens, New York, behind a dingy lace curtain of chronic yearning for the right job, the right man, the right address, the right life."― Booklist "Susan Montez...makes poetry from lived and spoken language. She isn't for librarians, pastoralists, or conservatives of any persuasion―unless they burst with a secret, unexpressed, snazzy character that is as much costumed as revealed."― The Southern Review