Alien Poem #12

Alien Poem #12

POETRY

By Yael Valen­cia Aldana

Alien, you are the best person I have met/not the strongest but the best/The worst thing you ever did I made you do/Drunk off our asses atop a ten-story apart­ment roof in Brooklyn/ I command you to climb down the fire escape/ steal a tiny bar­beque grill/ I see below/Game/ you climb down/you call up/ I can’t make it up with the grill/ Do it I slur/Don’t come up here without that fucking grill/ I, con­fi­dent in your athleticism/ You return with the grill/ Our triumph, our token, our coup.

You could have died ten stories up/ Jumping between fire escape and the roof ladder/

you sur­vived my drunken bullying/ Maybe I’m the worst person I ever met.

We take the tiny grill home / Is it really ours?/ We never use it/ We giggle over it

Our triumph, our token, our coup.

You are the best person I ever met/ Not the strongest but the best/ I might be the worst person you have met/ Am I your most dan­ger­ous Ex?/ Would you be in danger if I reappeared?

If I thought we could make it/ I would take you back. /Would you let me?/ I would storm into your new relationship/ leave your girl­friend in shambles/ Fuck the fem­i­nist sis­ter­hood. / I would sent her back to her mother crying /Back to her best friend crying. /Feminism means you need to be strong,/ So take it and I’ll take him.

I have been that bitch and I would have been that bitch again/ I would have taken the karma and I would have taken you/ But we wouldn’t have made it/ So I let you alone.

Photo by Romain Briaux

This story orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 19. Support local book­sellers and inde­pen­dent pub­lish­ers by order­ing a print copy of the mag­a­zine.



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