Tommy Pico, _Nature Poem_

THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK (published 2017), Pico explains why he doesn't want to write a nature poem.

I can't write a nature poem
bc it's fodder for the noble savage
narrative.

 

I can't write a nature poem
bc I only fuck with the city

I don't like thinking abt nature bc nature makes me upset there is a god

I can't write a nature poem bc English is some Stockholm shit,
makes me complicit in my tribe's erasure--

You can't be an NDN person in today's world

and write a nature poem.

All compelling reasons, but Pico ends up writing a nature poem anyway. Deciding that nature does not only mean streams and fields and clouds and trees, but (à la Wittgenstein) nature is whatever is the case, Pico writes his nature poem just by noticing whatever is going on around and inside him, presenting detail after detail, impression after impression. 

As in Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems, the accumulation of detail and impression usually feels random, haphazard, until a killer closing line pulls everything into focus. (I am not going to quote any of the closing lines, because they only work if you have read the lines leading up to them. Just take my word on this.)

Indeed, one of the book's one-line poems--"I'm going to be so sad when Aretha Franklin dies"--made me wonder if what Pico was really up to in Nature Poem was writing his own  Lunch Poems, since that book's most famous poem is "The Day Lady Died," about hearing the news of Billie Holiday's death. 

On the book's next-to-last page, Pico acknowledges that he may have written a nature poem after all--"Admit it. This is the poem you wanted all along"--but is "you" Pico or the reader? Both, maybe. Pico has written his nature poem by not writing one.