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

 

 

“STDASST”

 

 

thinking on the job– 

does my pussy have Use Value?

am I  Productive?

 

how strange

 

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.

 

–commercial break–

 

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.