IRL
(IRL is a sweaty, summertime poem composed like a long tex...)
IRL is a sweaty, summertime poem composed like a long text message, rooted in the epic tradition of A.R. Ammons, ancient Kumeyaay Bird Songs, and Beyoncé's visual albums. It follows Teebs, a reservation-born, queer NDN weirdo, trying to figure out his impulses/desires/history in the midst of Brooklyn rooftops, privacy in the age of the Internet, street harassment, suicide, boys boys boys, literature, colonialism, religion, leaving one's 20s, and a love/hate relationship with English. He's plagued by indecision, unsure of which obsessions, attractions, and impulses are essentially his, and which are the result of Christian conversion, heteropatriarchal/colonialist white supremacy, homophobia, Bacardi, gummy candy, and not getting laid.
https://www.amazon.com/IRL-Tommy-Pico/dp/0991429869/?tag=2022091-20
2016