Matthew Borczon

My reality

some days

my death

becomes

my way

of life

I drive

too close

to the

centerline

imagining the

cross over

into traffic

or look  for

my face

on every

milk carton

and think

about the

field  they

will find

my body

in fantasizing

often that

I step

into enemy

fire or

on an

IED in Afghanistan

in 2010

I never

make it

to the

hospital but

die alone

under burning

skies

in the

end

I always

drive home

go to

sleep and

continue the

argument  with

the ghosts

of dead

marines who

are still

angry that

I am

the only

one in

here still

alive.

Matthew Borczon has published five books of poetry, A Clock of Human bones, yellow chair review press. Battle lines, Epic Rites press. Ghost train, Weasel press, Sleepless nights and Ghost soldiers from Grey Boaders press and Capp Road from Nixes mate review. He sees ghost every night and fights a war every day.