Red
Blood that’s red
as distinct from blood that’s
brown is how you know you need
a doctor now. To read death into
dreams, attend to oceans, avocets,
and F-15s. But what if I dream
of death—what does that mean?
Don’t shock the baby into birth
by viewing wretchedness and rape
on screen, but if you must, repeat
what the suave director
said, on the matter of violence
in his movies: that’s not
blood, that’s red—
biography
NATALIE SHAPERO is the author of the poetry collection No Object. She lives in Somerville, MA, where she is the Professor of the Practice of Poetry at Tufts University and an Editor-at-Large of the Kenyon Review.