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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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