Poets, like songwriters, will occasionally get tagged with the meta-title: “She’s a songwriter’s songwriter,” for instance. It’s a dubious distinction, in a way. It means your fellow artists really get you, but it can hint at a kind of insidery wink that’s less becoming. You could call Rick Hilles a poet’s poet — he’s the sort who will imagine that he’s working a minimum-wage seasonal kitchen job alongside Federico García Lorca. But he’s not a for-poetry’s-sake kind of guy. Line after surprising line is suffused with humanity and detail, and he just has a way with phrasing that makes it feel like something inside you just snapped — and you’re not sure yet if it snapped into place or out of it. A Vanderbilt professor, Hilles won many accolades for his debut, Brother Salvage, and he’ll likely collect more for its follow-up, A Map of the Lost World.