THIS IS A POEM ABOUT MY TESTICLES 4.26.17

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. 

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