Gox

I couldn’t turn down the idea of cereal with aliens

except maybe to drink something more substantial

like all the oil fields of the Los Angeles Basin. Yes

pulling a man out of his car and repeatedly punching

him in the head is a routine traffic stop. It’s not easy.

Lay me down on the frozen ground. Perhaps your

eyes have swaggered and shimmied and already

begun to see the feather-like petals of ice shelf soften.

Men in leather Christian Motorcyclists Association

jackets stand next to the George Washington I drew

pictures of in second grade who might have mustard

gassed the Redcoats and Hessians and whoever else.

There is nothing left in the landfill, please go away.

Boona Daroom

Boona Daroom‘s work has appeared in LIT, the Nashville Review, and SOFTBLOW, among other places. He lives in Brooklyn.

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