Every muscle hurts.
No, that’s not right.
Almost every muscle hurts.
No, that’s still not right.
All the muscles I pushed hard at the gym yesterday, hurt.
That’s it, that’s right.
Those are the muscles that ache so much today.
Every mussel aches to be served
With a bit of lemon juice or in a dish of garlic and tomato pasta.
Yes, that’s right.
Almost every mussel makes it to my table
Coated in a butter sauce, to be eaten between sips of a dry fragrant white wine.
Yes, that’s quite alright, thank you.
All the mussels I ate last night were freshly cooked in their shells,
Steamed until ready for flavoring and devouring.
That’s it, that’s right, just one more.
Those are the mussels that make my stomach ache for more today.