by Laura S. Marshall Anshu A/Unsplash My measuring cups are out of tune again. I bring them back to the tuner, two towns away. How strange that this keeps happening, she agrees. She says, Sometimes moisture gets to them. Keep your windows closed. On the way home, they ring and ring against each other, harmony spilling out to fill the car. I sing along; the insects sing along, the kids at the school, the rain. I set the measuring cups on the counter and close the kitchen windo