GINGER MOON
By Sanjana Ramanathan
there she is dripping yellowdark over my neighbor’s backyard
so puckish, that curve of her all waxing and waning and waiting
and waiting for the witching hour to pass like anesthetic, dip...
...drip... it’s just a slip of the tongue or something sharper,
for a blade on a cutting board click-click-kissing the man-root
in the knee. the smell of it singing itself into my tea, warm spice
and the earth sitting there soaking. and the ticker tips past twelve
again impatient. the sky is tired, it’s growing its own roots.
Sanjana Ramanathan is a graduate student in the University of Michigan's Comparative Literature doctorate program. She enjoys playing video games, cracking open a new book, and daydreaming. Her work has been published in Flash Frog, the Augment Review, Provenance Journal, and elsewhere. She can be found on Twitter @sanjubilees.