Julie Ellinger Hunt’s most recent poem to appear here was “My Darling” (February 2017)
By Julie Ellinger Hunt
We met in a box. The four sides were blurry and cold
to the touch. Its contents flowed in directions I couldn’t
understand. But I remained inside.
I felt You. You didn’t say a word and didn’t need to. It was
like that pulsating, perfect apple on that branch I was taught
to never pick.
Yet I ensued.
I ensued even when I knew better. Breaking the balance
of the four sides until its contents spilled over, and You were
burned by me after being warned by many of what I’d probably
do. My capabilities certainly not a compliment.
I kept lighting that ember even when the kindle
was damp and in a dark hole, and in the ditch I dug
incidentally from pacing back and forth for days
upon days. Until you left me again.
Finally realizing it is me that should be
forbidden, and not You.