12 | boona daroom


she kept her Lifestyles
in a hollowed out copy
100 years of solitude

he slept like the dead
it was an end
it was a beginning

everything was
screeching birds

the Flatlands


little joy



jeff’s kantian party trick

the third person in my head squints
i am looking at a highway
i am looking at an apple orchard
i am a reservoir
i am a Styrofoam cup

my memories go
and can’t go back

i don’t feel the same
i feel alright
i don’t feel it anymore


boona daroom is 29. His poetry has appeared in SOFTBLOW, NNATAN, No Dear and other places. He lives in Brooklyn.