Elegy of the Lamented Testicle by Adam Crittenden

Posted: February 15, 2011 in Poetry
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Elegy of the Lamented Testicle by Adam Crittenden

What was left

for me to do

on such an occasion?

 

Never lunge for such

a ping pong shot,

as the corner of the table

can be an unforgiving reaper.

 

It was too late,

with the cooling

warmth dripping from my leg,

but I made that shot

and I won that point.

 

You were nothing but a dying lump,

clinging to my ankle and the sweaty

sweat-pant leg, and somehow I knew

you were lost forever, reducing two

to one, and, for the record,

you were my favorite.

 

You might like to know

that I get along alright

without you, but I think of you

occasionally, like when

I’m coming or going,

not feeling you there

swishing against my thigh,

or when I play ping pong.

 

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