There has been a nagging pain in my
I fear my anxiety has ventured south.
Nothing is sacred.
This poem is an ode to my balls, whom I did my best to protect for twenty-six years.
But it seems I’ve failed.
The world has found you.
The terrible world has found you.
Written at 12:30 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, before flossing my teeth.