Eating Tikka Masala in Vietnam
the air is wet
hot
heavy
we move so slowly through these streets
but finally an Indian restaurant has us laughing
because this naan and mutter paneer
all of a sudden are familiar
and taste like home
you put your hand out
I lay mine next to it, our palms facing
"I can feel you, although we are not touching"
we are connected
through the warmth of
Vietnam
as it radiates from our skin
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