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Imagine having 

your period 

in Afghanistan

like Sex

and the City 

2 

but not

more elaborate

resorts

funny 

comedy

something

we’ve all 

been 

thinking

on 

the floor

away

from

Excerpt: Bright Lights, Big Department Store

I am holding myself

through way of layers

immaculate square footage

as to expose this as

the money they’re making

sleeveless design I feel

good about

unless

the places they agitate

practice of apparel

I ready

the delight

fold by fold

where solid answer is given

in the dressing room

both parties

unminded exposure

& shared disappointment of

an ill fitting top

what interaction

defines the weeks leading

how we

cannot keep a thing

to oneself

an empty Synergy bottle

incessant bleating

At Ocean Nails

I sink into polymer powder

my escape package

one girl to show another

her calf massaged

did she know

what a smell they’ve made

a sealant for my 

expressed relaxation

I’ve refused

a 10 minute pressure

in the back of my neck

not doing what I want to do

today I am 

here at Ocean Nails

as something deserved

thinking

my life could be worse

like your lyme disease

the negative tests 

a page refreshed obsessively 

we slept easy

tanning with all our clothes on

weekday vacation

like if there was a way

for us 

to be this sunroof

furling back into itself

every yard, hydrangeas 

there is a better word for it

a feeling once felt 

watching lightening from the sand

I expected it

he picks me up 

the rain comes

I cry in the car

about hating my job

we can’t see out the windshield

an avoided fender-bender

new nails dry under UV bulbs

a shelf holds an offering of fruit

it’s bananas 

Excerpt from Just Us Girls

she continues getting replaced

or replacing me 

it is the same, a stunning fit  

A-line, wide belt she divided

me from myself

what dangerous likeness 

this necessary lining

that I am after 

Excerpt from Just Us Girls

I am in a tight corner

where harm 

is duly meant

and to be harmed

with the skill

required to fill in

an eyebrow

is commendable

just keep under

standing this and

you will be

made

the you you

carry inside

yourself

an admittance

which throws

into disarray 

the pruned

napes of the

female network

in its heightened

overlapping

I know nothing

of those girls

what is made 

safe in the mouth

exchanges

color

the lips to

create new territory

we are so 

because one 

says, a 

generative bonding

better 

when retained 

✶

you brought out

my muted 

activity for

performance purposes

a way to keep me 

in participation 

eight hands 

clapping, appear

to feel the air

between speakers

ultimately 

there is a lacquer

something in terms

of hierarchy

        I put her in my clothes they called my mom my mom

        called me ready to rip my hair out. The girl with my ID 

        in reception never thought it was possible mom, didn’t 

        think she would actually go through with it, but tell me 

        again now who am I? This yellow top? 

a wider cut 

with formal

implications 

announces itself

loudly I 

did not test 

the fair inverse

the recalcitrant 

female privacy 

you are

in the state of

things at quite

a safe position 

in its beginning

there is confusion 

of ability

what gathers

steam 

lacking the other

side’s correspondence

only what is offered

what received, you

speculate on 

motivations

by the sound

a female’s voice

it adds up 

to something

this sequence

multiple surprises

within claims

of civility

I find it

deliberate 

✶

our dual

surveillance 

purporting

what slit

in view what

I have to be

is someone

talking 

a glean 

maintained 

without such 

compliance 

there is a certain

choking

something stuck

in the back 

of the throat 

trimmings ascribe 

persistence 

always the girls

delight afforded

to us through

their conversations 

it is about

making everywhere

outside

the development

of a smokey 

top lid 

Translation of a Medieval Song

When I leave my house I am filled

in true speech, naturally, with milk

because it is not beautiful to be alone

to you that likes or if I did be into it

I’d do whatever as one of them

this should be suiting

a thing that grows to which you belong

in my same that dies every 6 PM

becomes prolific, boring

if we make it to Bolinas booked on

my granddad's credit card then would

I still know my body better than yours? I wish

for innate accuracy and less humidity for

I am wait, what it is to be 

things under moods so

prune me if I do say no as nothing 

near you that chooses

I'm so in love with you so
someone come bloodlet me

It’s in your instant

mouth saying combination

skin, because I don’t 

if it takes you 

this long no worries I can be 

the more present I can talk 

to my friends about it

really nothing at all 

of a thing know nothing of a 

thing that may perhaps be 

down there pony-tailing my 

hair with fist while I’m 

thinking about me

and I’d open my 

mouth and ruin everything if 

I wanted to if you said my 

shirt looked nice

because this feels like 

that this feels all running down 

my leg when I stand as in 

I trick my body so it’s vomiting

just pretend it’s 

an obligation my body 

it’s a job treat it like lunch-rush 

on plancha like Brooklyn 

concrete on Passover 

NBD for N.A.B Conversation

Just     only         just 

can’t believe I deleted all 

can I get them back? 

use name a lot in texts means you like someone

WHAT DID YOU DO WHAT DID YOU SAY

NBD 4 N.A.B. that is SO COOL NOW

a couple   minutos my cholita

I call him Nab

just      you really are a GOD SEND but today I am busy

I don’t know what I’m supposed to say now

what am I supposed to say next

there’s busy and there’s BUSY

being a rare breed a special girl

can’t pick up like one of those fucking toy claw machines

we digress

we digress

we digress

no social life ever

got four initials four cool like that

nice to do that

happening in life

that’s so crazy this is weird

still feeling really weird 

did we come home together

did we no no

I’m a special girl like every other girl

as it should be

the TERROR

laid in bed for long time

weird

really weird really stupid

now hurt feelings   write better

now I’m scared

we digress

we digress

really push yourself Aly

it’s really stupid

not in my book! stick with the plan

a different point

the end of the voice, the way to get out of it

FUCK OFF

since neck wrestling’s a tough sport it’s

pulling me into a Christmas tree on the sidewalk

what it’s like to have 1/3s of you split that 

the worst or the best

end up in a Christmas tree? let’s go

take off shoes feel like shit

is YOUR life so busy you can’t put THAT in a poem?

dribbling down

that’s fine

I’m enrolling

we digress

we digress

god you’re never *in the moment*

learning your boundaries

WHAT ARE MY BOUNDARIES

it depends 

1, 3

I don’t know, will I know?

anyone can do this

I WANNA KNOW MY LIMITS

but I’m feeling this be my stay at home mom

it’s more than just talking

less than telling secrets

I get anxious

we digress

we digress

Mom’s right sleep comfortably in my XL twin

it was all uninteresting 

sorry not some DIIV song and

everything they’re all uninteresting but sounds cool

interesting sounds cool or both

always hope for both

in advance getting fat during the winter

(Have a conversation about what you were doing at the time of the conception of one of your poems and weave the two texts together.)

Chapbook

Some photos of my chapbook, Re: You'd be a horrible Mayan. Printed in Blue Books. © YOMO 2012

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So yes! full life as follow-up email that’s    fucking    reality 

but perfect Mayan in pink robe you 

are the next level killin’ it steady from bed 

not exactly ladies under DEATH TO KOOL MAN & CURSE 660 LAFAYETTE so

sorry 4A

      3B

      3A 

married by Ronald says we’re Democrats you’ll just have to deal

through hole in wall we swear he can only see underwear drawer

wouldn’t give a shit anyway! I’m on mygirlfund.com

don’t you think that’s kinda slutty?

wait a second WE’RE HAVING A MOMENT

we are literally holding the corner of this page and flipping it together

I know you know danger of being funny 

stay in 4B chaise on the floor

proud new owner of GrubHub account

cheers to you

feel like in painting but blue, grey, yellow you MARRIED the yawn

it’s that kind of week

The Wyatt Blair Experience (Real Name)

Come on can’t like Mormon.org and pretty girls’ pictures everyday

all drums Peach Colored Pussy  >  Candy Eyes  >  Banana Cream Dream

like Mr. Big but more dreamboat as Mr. Elevator checks into my Brain Hotel

in Echo Park, we swear, it happened

full bar 5 star top notch sushi sunsets expensive drinks 

hoity-toity bird feeding that’s what the I’m made of

lemme guess   1. taurus

              2. scorpio

              3. aries

third time’s a charm seriously MARRY ME        (three hours behind and scorpio) nice one

can’t handle that fog juice in Echo Park, man, where’s Ty Segall look-alike?

take a bite before ul eav

it’s rhinestone belts she’s 13, come on, Dickies she had braces dude

locals only around my inner tube you like it                  were 21 ya?

grape jam zig zags agave syrup toaster with a steering wheel you fucking DREAM

just come over and we can forget about all of our... life ha yeah you said life

candy eyes maybe someday take a bite

(Excerpt from Re: You'd be a horrible Mayan)

ATTN: A blonde Sufjan Stevens is translating René Char and giving out free Xanax at Gate 32A

If I scratch your head I'll touch yours face

on forty-two face on channel Christian Bale if 

your hands melt blue for four if we could survive inverted if you sit next to me

can't believe they survived without her or me watching her things

what if it's a bomb what if it's Juicy terry cloth sweat pants ALY

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING IT COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING ROHYPNOL

but not in such a public place not moving pretending to know a little bit John 

Cage and New Grace not felt nothing in one week why'd you start put it

in a poem or it didn't happen

my back's a gun or worse wet hair why did I wear fucking JEGGINGS

a bit duty

free of X-rays you can’t opt out with this time this coat was 1,000 DOLLARS where’s

guy with RVCA stickers and professional I swear

I’m not with my mom I swear I’m 

not making it easy for you to read I swear my professor’s a poet

thanks you know thank you for letting me read book with bad breath and spread in my bag

I’d give you this book but you know it’s worth 150 dollars

(Write a poem after taking a walk with no destination in mind. An airport on 11/26/2012. Also will be in my chapbook, Re: You'd be a horrible Mayan)