TV Poems – Emily Nicol
August 8, 2019
“TV Poem 1”
You and I and big data are all on the group chat:
“took my [ideology] on a walk today”
needed some fresh air,
can one ignore the history of the united states while fucking someone?
how do i fuck someone outside of history?
I am alive in America, watching tv
I am watching tv, alive in America
write to me: “open real girl”
feeling not very open or real rn
thinking on the job–
does my pussy have Use Value?
am I Productive?
feel like a flung rag
stack of scantrons
some ‘office supplies’
“TV Poem 2”
I am standing in my kitchen in front of my stovetop
and I set fire to my kitchen in some Interesting Way.
“It’s fucking lit;”
I say this to the camera, face framed with flames.
I am sitting at my desk,
adjusting my name plate,
when I throw up on myself, again
and again and
I look up and smile
“that’s all folks;”
I repeat that until I fall asleep.