A geyser, a rainbird, a showerhead.
Why do you do this, trigger the sprinkler system and then leave the building?
All the world will be saturated, wet, milky scented.
They will look upon my chest and tremble.
Your fingers flexing with restrained benevolence, you smile while your dinner flows around the spout down your several chins flooding the earth and its inhabitants.
You'd think, Tobias, that since you're so danged good at growing it would follow that you'd be proficient at eating as well.
(PS- I promise to stop posting exclusively about momliness soon.)
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