The ideal speaker in a poem is like your smart neighbor, the one you talk to on the sidewalk who’s happy to give you their banana bread recipe and let you know you can borrow a chainsaw if you need it and agrees that such-and-such a public figure is an idiot even if not everyone knows that yet. Some people have called me a humorous or comic poet as if that’s mainly what I am, which is fine as long as they mean it as a compliment. But I’d rather be called a generous poet