I Am Not A Poet

I Am Not A Poet

I used to collect poems, like some people collect postcards or glass paperweights.

I’d keep a notebook, and if I read or heard or found a poem I loved then I’d scribble it down, as though by writing the words out myself I could somehow own them.

Sometimes it wouldn’t be a whole poem, it would just be a phrase.

“a gossiping stream full of blethering pebbles”

“a shotgun sprinkle of freckles”

“I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.”

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