People are made from rain showers, hatred, smears of spit,

     anything that might evaporate instantly. 

That night, the moon was a true blood red,

not the pale rust of this moon, this morning.

     An entire human body coated red with blood,  

        except where a path of tears washed through. 

Don’t stare at the moon

  or it will follow you persistently like a stray cat you have fed. 

Don’t hold out your hands when the sun is shining,

   or you will burn continually with possibility. 

~ Excerpt from "Blood Moon" by Elizabeth Jacobson