Takes one to know one

 

It was hard

To take her serious

After she introduced

Herself

As a poet

 

That word

Always makes me

Queasy

And prone

To calling the author

Of it's utterance

A cunt

 

But I poured

My glass down

To drown

What was coming up

And gave the thinnest

Of cheap smiles

 

She said she was

From Texas

 

I had imagined

Women from Texas

As something else

 

But then

That might just be

The poet

In

Me.