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Cruising Country<\/strong><\/p>\n The heat wave settles on the dashboard. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Michael Caylo-Baradi<\/strong>\u00a0lives in California. You may find his work at\u00a0BlazeVOX, BluePrintReview,\u00a0The Common<\/em>\u00a0(Amherst),\u00a0Eclectica,\u00a0MiPOesias,\u00a0Munyori, Otoliths,\u00a0Prick of the Spindle,\u00a0Pyrta<\/em>,\u00a0 and elsewhere. He has also reviewed for\u00a0PopMatters,\u00a0Latin American Review of Books<\/em>\u00a0(UK) and\u00a0NewPages.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cruising Country The heat wave settles on the dashboard. We\u2019re cruising it below the eighties. Beside us are fields of green, vast as boredom uninterrupted. Music from the radio takes the AC to another level of cool. It\u2019s like 7pm dinner without frills; the silence belongs to the food we\u2019re taking apart. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6270","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6270","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6270"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6270\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6272,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6270\/revisions\/6272"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6270"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6270"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6270"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWe\u2019re cruising it below the eighties. Beside us are fields
\nof green, vast as boredom uninterrupted.
\nMusic from the radio takes the AC to another
\nlevel of cool. It\u2019s like 7pm dinner
\nwithout frills; the silence belongs
\nto the food we\u2019re taking apart. Later, country music
\ngives it a different spin, as we imagine highways
\naccelerating us out of these routines.<\/p>\n