I'm certainly not a wit
Unless you count the way my eyebrow lifts
When I hear a thoughtless remark
As wit.
I'm certainly no giant
Unless you think having a giant pile
Of unpublished poetry
Makes you a giant.
What about an intellectual?
After all, I've been called that before.
But that was before I forgot everything I've learned.
Genius, then?
God help me if I am.
I suppose, in all honesty, I am a poet
And nothing more.
A poet, becoming a man.
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