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My First

Matthew Borczon

blackness / all I can / think of

three days

without alcohol

in a year

and the nightmares

have already

returned just


silhouettes of

soldiers in

Afghanistan and

homeless in

New York


I wake

up in total

darkness my

power is

out

and

in the

complete

blackness

all I can

think of

is

somebody

went to

the pandemic

and all

I got were

these lousy

dreams


someone went

to Afghanistan

and like

Napalm

PTSD sticks

to kids.


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