Objets D'Art
	
	When I was seventeen, a man in the Dakar Station
	Men's Room (I couldn't read the signs) said to me:
	You're a real ball cutter. I thought about that
	For months and finally decided
	He was right. Once I knew that was my thing,
	Or whatever we would have said in those days,
	I began to perfect my methods. Until then
	I had never thought of trophies. Preservation
	Was at first a problem: pickling worked
	But was a lot of trouble. Freezing
	Proved to be the answer. I had to buy
	A second freezer just last year; the first
	Was filled with rows and rows of
	Pink and purple lumps encased in Saran wrap.
	
	I have more business than I can handle,
	But only volunteers. It is an art like hypnosis
	Which cannot be imposed on the unwilling victim.
	If you desire further information about the process and
	The benefits, please drop in any night from nine to twelve.
	My place is east of Third on Fifty-sixth.
	You'll know it by the three gold ones over the door.
	                                        --Cynthia Macdonald