Well, do you? Why is this such a difficult question to answer, without feeling/seeming like an asshole? It’s not like we asked you if you like chicken livers or something (yum). And yet, people on the street get more startled by this question than, “Are you saved?” Nothing like either of these questions to ruin a long bus ride. For the mindful individual, confronting the notion of poetry is like swallowing a ball of red-hot iron. You can’t spit it out. And you can’t swallow it. Like Coleridge’s Mariner, you may find yourself in the grip of something you don’t know. And yet you do it. It’s a simple question really: Do you like poetry?