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.

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