mate
I'm in love with mate1.
The heat of the metal straw pressed between my lips.
The ritual of preparation.
A scoop of sugar.
A scoop of leaves.
And fiiiiiill to the top.
Water still steaming from the thermos.
We all drink from the same cup.
Te toca a vos, it's your turn.
I hold it in my hands, it's not mine, it's ours.
1Pronounced MAH-tay.
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