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With An Arrogant Lover
Loosely, I fell in love with you.
Or was it you who fell for me,
the me you
thought you saw
sitting on the bench below an angry sky.
As it erupts over again, you erupt for me…
turned inside out from being overseas too long.
Brackish water tides clean up
our mess
in a drenched symphony.
We used to walk hand in hand in my head.
The store fronts jealous.
You’d recite the Vietnamese menu,
I’d sing about dandelions being weeds,
unfairly so.
As dusk came to town, we’d find a hide away
in a laundromat.
The swishes and swirls
a new back up singing group.
If the town allowed it, we’d
paint only the good parts red,
while dressed up in my grandmother’s pearls,
and you wearing the itchy wool overcoat
loosely buttoned.
Chinatown merchants scatter sawdust
and rice patties. We peak into the vacant
theater to make sure it’s still playing our show.
I bow to your hand as you kiss the air,
aware of your loose lips
on loose love.
You’re the only arrogant lover in my city tonight.
Julie Ellinger Hunt has been writing poetry since she was eight years old. Her first piece written to her mom for
mother's day was published in the penny saver on Long Island. She grew up running to her notebook and pen whenever she needed to get
that urge out. Her childhood was complicated and so her poetry, from that time, reflects that. In college, she learned more structure,
so her poems show her style but with some control. Now, at 29, a wife and mother to two young boys, she feels like
it's time to finally be heard. Her family and friends, who are totally biased and have no clue what a good poem looks like,
have been houndingher for years to submit her work. In college, she did submit one poem to Poetry.com which was published
in their anthology (they publish everything just so you buy their damn book) and in the University of Delaware's literary magazine, Caesura.
Email: Julie Ellinger Hunt
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