If I can only get through this plate of mussels and snails
Crack the lobster tails
If I can only run a few more miles to the finish line
That would be a sign
a symbol, a semiology
a secret scribble
If either of us could remember an orgasm
That bird nest full of eggs
The play-off game
The perfect paragraph
The story of me, Ken
Beginning, middle, end.
Poem by Martin Pedersen
Image by Adam Strong
E. Martin Pedersen (he/him), originally from San Francisco, has lived for over forty years in eastern Sicily, where he taught English at the local university. His poetry appeared most recently in San Antonio Review, Danse Macabre, Neologism, Quail Bell Magazine, and California Quarterly, among others. Martin is an alumnus of the Community of Writers.
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