The Mortal Omelet

by Adam Tedesco

Crack the eggs with
the butt of your gun

Watch them pour
out of their broken
shells into the cities
and hillsides, filling
the maquiladoras and
favelas at the bowls edge.

Beat them together. Use
something metallic and
hard. Watch their heads
explode against tines.
Smash the lot to a yellow
pulp. Destroy any trace
of heterogeneity.

Place the gooey mess in
a pan over a fire. Protect
yourself from the flame.
Listen to the sizzle. Chop
something good into pieces.
Throw the pieces on top.
Watch them sink into
the goo. See how the eggs
burrow into the crevices
between the pieces of good
things, as if to absorb what
remains of their goodness.
When the whole mess congeals
to uniformity, fold it in half.

Slide it out of the pan. If it
sticks scrape it. Let nothing
escape your power. Take a
bite. Discard what remains.
Complain about the indignant
flavor of eggs.


Adam Tedesco has worked as a shipbuilder, a meditation instructor, a telephone technician and cultural critic for the now disbanded Maoist Internationalist Movement. His recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in dcomP, Drunk In A Midnight Choir, MadHat Lit, Pine Hills Review, Similar:Peaks::, Freeze Ray Poetry and Cartridge Lit. He lives in Albany, New York with his wife and two children.


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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