Emily Hunt
Three Poems
Symbols
The one above me is solid, dark, and simple.Below him there’s a light
but between him and the light
a symbol of the light
so when I press
the symbol of him
nothing changes
and when I press the symbol of the light
I light up
the woman beside me
as someone here before
bent the light toward her.
Bumping Into Her
She thought I was you
so I told her about us
and she asked how you were
as she slipped in her letter.
I saw her last week from afar
and forgot whether
she knew for a minute.
By the look on her face
it was clear she could tell.
I looked down.
We shook hands in the grass.
She was confused, I explained
you had moved
but I was still living here.
I Remember the Area
I must keep missing it
so I flip from back to front
soon I start to doubt the place
I know it was
I know it was something about circling
a white duck
grasses good air and desire
I knew it so well it’s vanished
so I put it down and eat my clear soup
trying to remember how it went
