Three PTSD Poems II – Matthew Borczon

  details in Afghanistanthe toiletshad no seatand thecurtain onthe showerwas transparentbut youwould forgetto feelindignantas youstood in100 degreeheat underscalding watertryingto washthe bloodoff yourskin My wifeasks whyI stillsmoke ifI associateit withmy daysin thewar andhad neversmokedbefore Iwent toAfghanistanand Itry totell herwe weretired 12hour shiftsa hotshower anda circleof guyssmoking andtrying tothink ofsomethingto saysome dayswe justsmoked andsat likedead menand nowall […]