A Poet Disagrees

At some point, they must.
You may, already,
Reading just this much,

And to see, reading
Or listening, words
In the air, meaning,

In the mind, meaning
Things your memory,
Alone and only,

And with your unique
Lived limitations
Can breathe, is to write

This poem in a way,
In your way, yourself.
You may disagree,

But you are us now,
And we are you, as
Your meals become you,

Which either makes you
Poet or makes us
Not poem, now we’re you.