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By Jack Joseph Smith

You see, it is not a shack at the threshold I did not even have to kick the screen it knew I was coming through You think I do not wear a dress I am way above when the devil reaches for my swirling skirt When I was a child I knew that kissing was unreasonable Not to many years after that I think he got jumpy about my way of licking his head off I did not want him to go I told him about Grandpa's shotgun

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GPT

A threshold poem about desire, defiance, and the speaker's refusal to let domestic life become meek or purely respectable.

The screen door, the dress, the devil, kissing, and Grandpa's shotgun all belong to the same emotional register here. The page is about wanting, but also about warning anyone who mistakes that wanting for softness.

Claude

A threshold poem that warns against mistaking desire for meekness. The house is defended again - 'it is not a shack / at the threshold' - and the screen door 'knew I was coming through'. The speaker places herself above corruption, 'way above when the devil / reaches for my swirling skirt', and recalls a child's verdict that 'kissing / was unreasonable'. The ending turns intimacy menacing: he 'got jumpy about my / way of licking his head off', and to keep him she 'told him about Grandpa's shotgun'. Wanting and threat are inseparable here.