Issue 138

Summer & Fall 2010

Poetry Bob Hicok Poetry Bob Hicok

Every story is a creation story

There was a better couch

in his convertible couch. He revealed it

the day a fly kept flying into my face.

It was trying to commit suicide, he explained.

The better couch had a better couch

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Poetry Bob Hicok Poetry Bob Hicok

Ode to the small shit

The moon gets a glass of milk

before sleep. A PBJ

for the woods I own according to the state

but not the Navajo. When these offerings

are gone in the morning, ants

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Poetry Bob Hicok Poetry Bob Hicok

Four seasons and puss: a love poem

Lovers who say “you are everything to me”
aren’t thinking puss electroshock you are
caravan puss electroshock deaf dog
contrail the orange November leaves
of pear trees instant butterscotch

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