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RICHARD K. JORDAN
Balls

I have no balls. 
I know I have no balls. 
That's why I've put up posters
 
All over town, saying: 
I need your balls, 
If you're not using them.
 
I don't mean for good. 
I just want to borrow them 
For special occasions,
  
Especially when 
I meet with my therapist, 
Who was the one who warned me
 
That I'm lacking in the first place.
She's an expert on the subject.
 
But balls, apparently, 
Are not easy to come by. 
People who have them
 
Must like to hold onto them. 
So far, no one has called,
Except a squeaky-voiced kid
 
Bobby left a message 
Asking me to return his call. 
But he dialed the wrong number, 
 
I think. 
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LYN LIFSHIN
Afterward

   

phones die first, tv
channels turn snow. But
no spoons or bones melt
into hair or smoldering
ashes. Doctors disagree
about rads. Sun still
turns copper roofs
cherry but a young
boy says the milk
tastes odd. A 12 year
old girl's hair falls
out overnight a baby
turns from a nipple
weeks before there's
no oil or gas and a 
child is buried in the 
drawer of a favorite 
dresser, as mothers
touch their children
like women clutching
what was nearly torn
from them stroke
skin and lips stunned
at how what seemed
ordinary now dazzles
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