It was helpful to have someone who had not seen my poem and to give me an honest opinion and to take my hands from the wheel to make sure that it applied to a wider audience. I had been looking at it in a humorous sense rather than wanting to stretch the depth that the poem could reach. There have been several iterations of this piece, but the last line (now non-existent for clarity) has changed shape the most. It previously read, “This is overwhelming, and you have transformed me into flat, burnt crisps, singed by your desire.” It took away from the simplicity of the piece. Ending with “(for cookies)” opens it up to more interpretation.
