Reading notes
A way further in
Not the final meaning. Just a closer read, a better question, and a few nearby poems worth opening next.
Do not soften it on the first read. Let the sharpness stay sharp long enough to hear what it is protecting.
Opening line
Where the door opens.
The underground rush
Center line
Where the temperature changes.
The whoosh, the swerve.
Leaving line
The line to carry out with you.
You loved being alone.
If you came here carrying something
Come here when you want the poems that bite back, burn brighter, or tell the truth with their teeth out.
Themes in this poem
A strong place to begin when you need permission to feel heat instead of hiding it.
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