i.
fingertips brush
against the soft rise
of injera as we pick and reach
into the shared plate, pinching,
biting, licking,
ii.
we have our rhythm now
one and two, three four
the injera sizzle
to our jokes, steam
to our glances, fly
in our frenzy
to feed and warm
four tens of guests
from November
from November
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