If we’re going there

about your limited body

my finger-counted men

just don’t, watching 

girls without

clothes on

I want us to work

like that

I want you to recover

like that

I need to explain 

it’s very important:

you’re not shaped like me

I looked good even 

in my passport photo

ask me about it almost

anyone if we’re going there

would tell you see

how it looks on you

it’s because we’re inside

without clothes on

I’m a total wreck 

how upset I don’t

have Iggy Azalea’s ass

don’t remember anyone at all

who doesn’t think 

about your limited body

or is it that we’ve

had too much talking

I’m tired now I need it

definitely all my friends

in bathrooms

saying I’m sorry

girls 

it’s my birthday

don’t feel sorry for me

or, okay I’m a total wreck

I know what I mean

I can’t open my mouth

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