Head astronaut
exhausts
the extra
of the extra
asks Houston
to send twenty
new superlatives
in tomorrow’s
mission summary
I go outside
just after dusk
right away
smell the word
petrichor
then curse
ever learning it
try to claw
my way back:
dirt parade
swamp sheen
loam spritz
stone soup
moss licker
fossil dig
fern sweat
god’s mouthwash
culvert tryst
matcha latte
moon-boot dust
fairy door
leaf sneeze
nymph bidet
adult baptism
deep south
virgin mojito
lusty aubade
treehouse envy
say ahhhh
We all have our limits
oh my gawd, I wanna carry this list around in my head, chanting!
oof this spell of spring and limits! love love love
Good ol’ factory!!!
Loving the potpourri! Nymph bidet! Woof
Love the dirt parade list! Think I’ll hang it on the wall!
What a lusty aubade ditty!