/ by Laura Kochman

Springtime smells like breakfast, manure, a little sour sunshine breath. I feel more awake / alive / in my own spacetime / you name it. All our windows are open and last night a dog somewhere yelled all night long for the joy of it (which was not our joy). My 5K orchid is in bloom again, for the first time since we move here. Alice Girl orchid continues to grow roots. Yesterday I buried my face in a cone of gelato and ate it desperate in the sun.