Feed by Tommy Pico

Author:Tommy Pico
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tin House Books
Published: 2019-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

and the debate turns to whether we’re alone in the cosmos and by then

the edible is hitting like a gif of Daffy Duck in pjs pounding his butt

against a wall so I’m thinking about the words “cosmos” and “cosmetic”

derivative of the Greek kósmos meaning order, arrangement

and the guest hopes we’re alone because if not? If we encounter

another alien civilization they would likely be faaaaaaaar

more technologically advanced than us, “and look,” she says

“how that worked out for the Native Americans”

Imagine you are a circuit.

Imagine whirring electricity.

Imagine being fed, and feeding.

Imagine getting what you need.

Imagine the fire inside you.

Imagine heat.

I don’t have much of anything figured out, but I do know to be indigenous is not to be a miracle of circumstance but to be the golden light of relentless cunning.

Leo: Right now is forever, for now

he says exhaling & that thought will be deep for approximately three more hours.

Me: Honestly, I can’t stare into the sky for too long without feeling like I’m about to lose my mind . . . the only living planet in a whole cold universe.

Wilkes practically stubs out her sub sandwich instead of the smoke.

Wilkes: Again with this shit? Nothing about our evolution strikes me as predetermined. Come on. I feel with all this exoplanet SETI bullshit you keep talking about, we’re ringing the universe’s doorbell with our Jehovah’s Witness pamphlets and lots of societies and worlds and shit are pretending not to be home. Why would an intelligent society welcome contact with us? Particularly if they’re in any way familiar with our work?

She turns to me, her eyebrows saying, “where’s the lie?”

Me: It’s not a grief! That we’re alone makes me treasure life that much more. This is our one and only Earth. These are our finite lives. You are my friends. The idea of us being alone makes me want to hold on to life, hold on to you that much more but not the choking kind.

Wilkes and Leo are silent a few seconds before looking at each other and snorting laughter.

Leo: Wow, that shit hit you pretty hard huh?

Wilkes: High Teebs is a corny, bold, sensual Teebs

Leo: One time when we were dating—

Tommy: OKAY, this hang out is officially over this is where you pack in your snacks and get the fuck off of my roof you bullies

Wilkes relents in a way where she really doesn’t. Nobody is going anywhere.

Let go

of the overgrowth, the unhealthy attachment

to attachment

for the sake of attachment

Imagine letting loose

the expectation to keep white

shoes radiation

The grace

of the dusty rocking chair in the mind The crescendo

moves on into the

denouement

We’re nearing the base

of the mountain, the end

of the walk and I think

can art also be the God Gene? The art

gene because what is writing

but convening with the perception of a higher power but a Sunday but a worship

Alone in the presence

All those disgusting people in the Myspace

days with the profile headline MUSIC

IS MY BOYFRIEND

Yes I’m mewing

into the void and yes

I’m completely

alone

Nations are always outlived by their cities

and Yes, there is utility

in this

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