Galileo would be stunned: Jupiter’s 79
moons, handmade wool dryer balls, beer-
infused cheddar and how a cocotte can be both
heatproof dish and fashionable prostitute. Pretty
liquid in a mason jar—ginger tea, ice, gravity.
An acacia wood salt cellar. Someone
writes equanimity into their marriage
vows. Someone cuts up old painter pants, quilts
them in a way we feel the splatter. Stars
still tumble and stun. Night sounds
travel unabashed. Plump summer
baseball games. Dishwasher-washed
forks, knives, spoons clink into their sweet
spot. It’s more intimate to say thank you than I love you.