Brooklyn is a Broken Land: on Tommy Pico’s Nature Poem

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 fagg