The eggplant belongs to the family of nightshades— in botany books, the asterid group (my first thought was of stars, clustered on dark velvet drapes). Don't eat its pastes and stews, they warned— the months when I bore daughters in my womb, for fear their skin might color with the hue of things blue-festered in the damp, beneath the garden's plots. O moody globes and lengthened spines, are you the reason we swoon and sigh, our hearts constricting with the first and other poisonings?