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More than whispers, less than rumors - Bob Hicok

More than whispers, less than rumors - Bob Hicok

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The river is high. I’d love to smoke pot
with the river. I’d love it if rain
sat at my table and told me what it’s like
to lick Edith Piaf’s grave. I go along thinking
I’m separate from trash day
and the weird hairdo my cat wakes up with
but I am of the avalanche
as much as I am its tambourine.
The river is crashing against my…continue reading