15 January 2009 | Vol. 8, No. 4
Plant an orange pumpkin patch
which at twelve will quaintly hatch
– S. Plath
Each day less
room less water. What I wouldn’t give
for roses and thorns for
roses. We drew straws
and she cried
that glass shod bitch birches
follow her home owls and her heart
in a box. Ants like crumbs
gather. Eye sockets
shrink and the light is always
tangerine. Once he called my hair
ginger. His foot
at the door
heavy with rind.
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About the author:
Nava Fader has a book and two chapbooks forthcoming (BlazeVox, Slack Buddha, and Dancing Girl Press). Most of her poems begin with a line by somebody else. Favorites include Basil Bunting, Rimbaud, Adrienne Rich, Sylvia Plath, John Ashbery, and Robert Duncan.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 8, No. 4, where "Plant an orange pumpkin patch
which at twelve will quaintly hatch" ran on January 15, 2009. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
