a poem: I don’t write poetry

I don’t write poetry.
I know nothing of rhyme and meter.
I don’t know flow or imagery or anything.
All I know is sometimes when I write
It makes sense to break it up.
It’s not like a story
It’s not like a journal
I think in twos and threes and
Call that a poem.
Or just messy prose.
Or nothing at all.
Just a mess.
Just like me.
If my words are poetry
They are a good mirror.
Take a look at this mess
And when you meet me
You’ll recognize me at once.


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