With the entry of the plane, into the city we know, so is the re-entry of our relationship. We imagine the trip and how pleased we were: to climb, to eat, to swim. We imagine a new life. A new one where we’re both fluent in another language. You hike. I perform. You begin a charity. I pass around a bucket. You sigh. I sigh, too. Doing what we want and making money.
But, oh! The town’s not right. Too many tourists. There’s not enough to do. They won’t get the humor. I sigh. You sigh, too. You know it won’t work, and I only pick on you for waking me up.