(From a series of sonnets that slipped out of Dwayne Wade's carry-on during a routine airport search, signed only The King)
IV
There is a pass that has already gone
A jump shot that will never drop through twine
A crossover that feels completely wrong
A heart that is breaking, and it is mine
This may be no-look, but yet still I see
In the sweltering south, your savage game
Ev'ry time you hit the floor it breaks me
Cause for our future I endured such shame
There is no I in TEAM, nor in US
I never dreamed friendship could cause a fuss
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