There has been a nagging pain in my

testicle.

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.