You Choose Who You Think Might Choose Well and Then What You Think They Might Choose

Confess it. A great deal
Of choice, of preference,
Even admiration,

For artists, for writers,
Your favorites, your loves,
Will depend on your view

Of the people you think
Tend to be admirers
Of those sorts of writers,

Artists, and musicians—
More than on works themselves.
Rarely do encounters

Seize someone such a way
No later opinions
Dissuade admiration.

Maybe once in your life
You will fall hard in love.
Do you like us? Likely

You’re okay with the sorts
Of people you believe
Would like us. It’s not us.