issue 6poetry

Growing Season

Katie Hunter

Last summer my tomatoes
Swept the garden. 

Downy tendrils swaddled jalapeños and 
My soiled hands 
Arrested dreams of eggplant 
Crept past my whispered pleas. 
Slow. Down. 

I pruned visions and 
Sacrificed limbs. 
Their heads bowed canary blossoms in 
A rain prayer

Still they grew. 

I lopped green 
Sucklings into my palms.
They tasted of air and roots

This year I let them be.

Katie (she/her/hers) is a writer, educator, and creative writing MFA student based in Oakland, California. She has been published in the Bold Italic, Hecate Magazine, Porridge Magazine, and The ANA. You can find her at @kahunteroma and