‘Red Rain’

Special IssuePoetryEva Wilson — Published February 1, 2022 1 minute

plants are watered 

with the rain

water turns red blood 

pink 

shower drops pour vines of black hair onto my face 

bloody washings

morning and night

soak, rinse, dry 

stains like a strong fruit

cravings

my wild berries squish inside

and pour virility 

spotted, flowered bed sheets, 

like a leaf, or leopard’s pattern

Moon, Sister and I are full 

what powers possess us?

maybe never knowing is the best part

This article originally appeared in The Body Issue, published February 1, 2022.