The American Journal of Poetry
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Peter Everwine

Making Salamis


It was a game. We called it “Making Salamis.”
To make them, you rubbed the index finger up
and down the ridges along your nose or across
your neck until you rolled some cylinders
of grease and dirt that resembled miniature turds,
inedible to any form of life but flies.
We were ignorant boys, socially inept,
suspicious of the world and the admonition
of our elders to “make something of yourself”—
we, who knew almost nothing about ourselves
except that we were good at making salamis.
Which may explain to you why the simple act
of making them brought to our anxious lives
such gross, barbaric and hilarious delight.




PETER EVERWINE's most recent books are From the Meadow: Selected and New Poems and Listening Long and Late (Univ. of Pittsburgh). A chapbook, A Small Clearing appeared in 2016 (Aureole Press). He lives in Fresno, California.


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