Arthur Ritis - Feb. 8, 2026

Gary Hunter

Feb 8

1 min read

I first met Arthur at a joint

down on Lower Spine Street.

He’s a regular there.

Then I ran into him at

the corner of Knuckle Way,

and about the same time,

on the curve of Thumb Drive.

Though I don’t know him, he

likes giving me brutal hugs,

especially on cold mornings

the kind that hurt and last too long.

It’s gotten so annoying that when

I try to walk away when he starts,

he won’t let go, squeezing bone

and cartilage in a painful embrace

and to let you know

how insensitive he is,

when I let out a long groan

to let him know I’m in pain

he squeezes even harder

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