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My Husband and I Talk Travel

—the blasted evenings of Tierra del Fuego,

the syrup of Malta on the back of the tongue.

After any plane trip, the pain will be another wall

to push our bodies through. We plan how to live in it

If we drive, goodwill leaks out of the silent car

leaves a crimson stain on the afternoon.