Bob Hicok

(1960 - / Michigan)

Bob Hicok Poems

21. Full Flight 1/23/2012
22. For Three Whose Reflex was Yes 1/23/2012
23. Feeling The Draft 1/23/2012
24. Epithalamium 1/23/2012
25. Duke 1/23/2012
26. Dropping The Euphemism 1/23/2012
27. Calling Him Back from Layoff 1/23/2012
28. By Their Works 1/1/2004
29. Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence 1/13/2003
30. An Old Story 1/23/2012
31. After Working Sixty Hours Again for What Reason 1/23/2012
32. A Shopkeeper’s Story 1/23/2012
33. A Private Public Space 1/23/2012

Unmediated Experience

She does this thing. Our seventeen-
year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog.
Our mostly dead dog, statistically
speaking. When I crouch.
When I put my mouth to her ear
and shout her name. She walks away.
Walks toward the nothing of speech.
She even trots down the drive, ears up,
as if my voice is coming home.

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