I remember when we were in Ushuaia.
The fridge was empty
But somehow the cable was still on
And you felt the need to watch cooking shows.
I hated cooking shows back then.
Then you left the room
For far too long
And when you came back
Chocolate? I accused.
No, not chocolate, you said.
We don’t have chocolate in Ushuaia.
I was so hungry
I didn’t care
what it was.