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fruit beltMy wife and I cough differently. She leans into her sleeve, encouragingreplacement leaders. I am less sanguine about stems and must covermy mouth during toasts. She is shade tolerant and takes her asthmafor a run in ravines ravaged by dog-eared understories. I cough totest my inguinal narratives for spring on automated blossoms beardedwith hair triggers. She coughs at the same time as applause, sensitiveto the seedless struggle for dominance that defines our clingstonegeneration. I blow out birthday candles on other peoples’ cakes. Sheis generous to a fault and cuts to the chase with a cocktail sword,hands on her hips like the last native variety pulled up by free trade.Post-nasal, I reverse into parking spaces, wiping out the element ofsurprise. Dry and persistent, she encrypts her skin with moisturizers.Cacophony is inflammation. The residue of every suppressant we’veever tried keeps bucking within us like a bronchus. We listen at nightfor the croup of airguns keeping the migratory birds from theorchards. Our girls sleep through it in the room next door.––Carbofuranphenol (urine): <0.1 ug/LDimethylphosphate (urine): 2.6 ug/L4,4'-DDT (serum): 5.072464 ng/g lipid