April 16, 2008: An old story, Bob Hicok
An old story
Bob Hicok
It’s hard being in love
with fireflies. I have to do
all the pots and pans.
When asked to parties
they always wear the same
color dress. I work days,
they punch in at dusk.
With the radio and a beer
I sit up doing bills,
jealous of men who’ve fallen
for the homebody stars.
When things are bad
they shake their asses
all over town, when good
my lips glow.
[Bob Hicok is so good, whether he’s writing about fireflies or alternate universes or movie theaters. His latest book, This Clumsy Living, is excellent: readable and funny and genuine.]
A year ago today: you can’t be a star in the sky without holy fire, Frank X. Gaspar
Two years ago: For the Sisters of the Hotel Dieu, A.M. Klein
Three years ago: Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem,
Bob Hicok
