Tommy Pico poetry


[Tommy] Pico grew up on the Viejas Reservation, near San Diego.  His dad was a chairman of the reservation and often told his son that he was good at his job because he didn’t like it.  This is how Pico now feels about being a poet.  “That’s why I’m good at reading,” Pico told me, as we rode the train from a hair appointment to his apartment, in Bushwick. “I don’t want to be the one onstage, but that’s part of the job.”

-Peter Moskowitz, from “The Anger and Joy of a Native-American Poet in Brooklyn” The New Yorker – September 9, 2016

Having Left

Tommy Pico

Like my grandfather, I keep eagles.
Who believes in spiritual horseshit?
There is a common misconception
about Indian people, namely everything,

Read rest of poem, plus two more by Pico, at BOMB Magazine

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