They told me to
stop thinking so
much and look at
me and what I did:
I became a poet, a writer.
A being that thrives
within its thoughts,
its imagination–
anything that its
brain can cook up
in the limitless pot
that has been given
to it. And I ponder:
I’m someone who eats
other people’s words,
ingest them in my mind,
take a selective few of them
to cook a new piece using my own recipe.
And like any cook
who wants to satisfy
one’s hunger, I want
to fill you up–
to the point where
you want more of it,
even though your head
is totally full
from my previous serving.

© Ali Qureshi