The title of Tommy Pico’s Nature Poem is an impossibility.  It is impossible to be an ndn because ndns don’t really exist.  The millennial transformation of the misnomer Indian to the digitally-suited “ndn” that Pico uses gestures to how terms used to describe Indigeneity are always incomplete. Ndn describes no real group of people, but rather indexes a host of fantasies and possibilities that can be both imposed (mystic wildmen) or transgressed (weirdo ndn faggot). Ndns are in Brooklyn and everyone still expects us to write nature poems. Throughout this book-length poem, Pico tells readers the different reasons that keep him from the overly-determined genre:


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