I like the way this describes the world in which the penis lives ("Yeah, its got a mind of its own"), a reality in which "The prospectively welcoming receptacle/Out for reach and out of touch/Created an irreplaceable hit and miss... Which is now, irrevocably gone"

This is now my second favorite penis poem. My first is this one: https://genius.com/Sharon-olds-the-popes-penis-annotated

Sharon Olds is fucking brilliant.