pbWhy would I expect to feel blamelessbp pTroubled and meditative, iBlood Mooni is an examination of racism, whiteness, and language within one woman's life. In these poems, words are deeply powerful, even if--with the onset of physical infirmity--they sometimes become unfixed and inaccessible, bringing together moral and mortal peril as Patricia Kirkpatrick's speaker ages. From a child, vulnerable to words we learned outside and in school, at home, on television Some words you don't say but you know. To a citizen, reckoning with contemporary police brutality Some days need a subject an an action or a state of being because it's grammar. iThe cop shot. The man was dead.i And to a patient recovering from brain surgery I don't have names. Words are not with me.ppThroughout the collection, the moon plays companion to this speaker, as it moves through its own phases, disappearing behind one poem before appearing fully in the next. In Kirkpatrick's hands, the moon is confessor, guide