if I’m a poet
that would be
presumptuous
disrespectful
it would be
like calling
myself a hero
or a curandero
why would I want to
I would have to
be delusional
in delightful
or arresting
ways and what
I cannot tell you
I would be
compelled to
blurt out finally
in the most
inexplicable words
every day what
I dreamt for
every night
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