Chop Sticks Poem by Ruth Kamasungua

Chop Sticks



Get your fingers right
Let the middle man
And the pointer
Hold one
And let the thumb man
Shoulder another
With ease
Chop up the delicacies
Into fine pieces
And with much concentration
Pick up the spoil with grace
Munch thoughtfully
With a closed mouth
Till you are
Eighty percent
full

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