At night, before I lay me down, I peel socks from my feet And, for good luck, I crumple them and give a hearty yeet Toward the plastic hamper that collects my dirty clothes And pray the universe will bless my two expectant throws. When I began, I lofted them, unballed, and often missed
Love the underlying themes and the way you convey them. Was I present at the moment of inspiration when you were describing sock "basketball"?