Bob Hicok
An old story
December 7, 2024
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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).
