Day One

Marlo Hunte

 

I feel a thickening I’ve felt before
A denseness growing at my core
The calling of a wooden floor

I feel a growing at my center
A heaviness that tightens like a sphincter
The sudden need for less than vertical

I feel no comfort from Sleeprite
As the pain flows thick without respite
Only bone to wood will make things right.

At nine years old, Marlo Hunte decided that a career in the arts was to be her life’s pursuit.  A couple decades later, with two undergraduate degrees under her belt, she now works as associate creative director for a small design firm.  She discovered a love for writing poetry in secondary school. “My work tends to be a dissection of whatever I observe, whether it be in myself or others.”