Original Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons Racket Come get your tennis-racket back. You never yearned for me. You soared for a shiny Mack-Daddy with a flock of Instagram admirers who could glisten your essence, but not cherish it like I could. Now I’m in a hypothetical, wondering how you will feel when I’m reciting poems on SNL, guest reading for Random House on a cruise to Turks & Caicos, sipping wine in Notre Dame, inhaling inspiration—writing poems ...