Bob Hicok Quotes

I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snow stroking air, a sky of gasps, will open my mouth, swallow, somewhere else the sky is falling, somewhere else it gets back up.

The dead have no ears, no answering machines that we know of, still we call.

My heart/ is whatever temperature a heart is/ in a man who doesn't believe in heaven.

I love how intimate I've become with failure.

i can't prove this but i can't prove you're a good person though i suspect you're a good person.