Monday, December 6, 2021

Tommy Pico

 Tommy Pico’s first novel, “<a href="http://www.birdsllc.com/catalog/irl">IRL</a>,” is an epic poem that takes the form of an extended text message.

from Feed

Me n Leo yakkity yak yak’dabout writer’sblockand the starchy long stroke of quote unquote God on the Meadow Walkand he didn’t know I was fully head over banana peels I mean in Kiehl’sI mean in straight up crappy love with him yet and maybe I didn’teither? Sand crabs poking their bodies & legs post wave Hindsightis Good & Plenty I mean 20/20clearlythe worst Americancandy And what is candy, but a crush?Leo said it’s tangled upin waves in dreams in therapy That writer’s block(or is it god?)comes from being blocked upin other parts of the daysof our livesof our livesof our livesThis is a polysaccharide Effective deflectionRejection heavy,that he’d forgotten what the feelingof a goodidea isBut I’m standing right in front of you?I thought bubbled but never troubledthe airwith my utteranceInstead I said, “this is the part where you ask me for my number”

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