Bob Hicok

An old story

December 7, 2024
Reclining Odalisque by Henri Matisse (1926)

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.

Note: This poem is reprinted from Insomnia Diary (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2004).

Jane Doe
Poet, Freelance Writer

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Bob Hicok

Bob Hicok's forthcoming collection is Breathe (Copper Canyon Press, 2026).

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