Seblé tells me gursha, hand feeding
Follows the Ethiopian saying
those who eat from the same plate will not betray each other
Good, clean hands reach for small bowls
Containing the messy wonder
Of curried chicken, potatoes, beans, and lamb in berbere sauce
Injera strains to hold back lentils and spicy beef
Already spilling onto happy nervous fingers
Unaware that this meal will soon be difficult to swallow
We reach faithfully for connection
And towards wide-opened mouths