I’ll try to be a good baby
for poetry and brim
with innocent questions
about potatoes.
Why are they humble?
Nobody calls citrus humble.
It has to do with the dirt
people come from.
Axomamma, goddess
of potatoes, what are you doing
today? Are you sick
of potatoes? Worshiping funky,
deformed potatoes
has been recorded.
I like that impulse to bow
before the weirdest one.