Two November Skinnys by Matthew Borczon

People ask what I did in the war
never
talk
about
death
never
talk
about
hero’s
never
ask what I did in the war people.

PTSD 8 years later

the war is my safe place now
my
nightmares
flashbacks
paranoia
my
constant
consistent
companion
my
now, the war, is my safe place.

Matthew Borczon
11/9/2017

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2 comments

  1. Lyza · May 14

    The second skinny isn’t a true skinny. It’s missing a line – and then third repetition of my is missing. Thoughts?

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    • tspjeditor · May 14

      Hey Lyza: Please forgive the impossible delay in responding to your astute observation. Matthew Borczon’s poem now abides by the formal rules of the Skinny form. Thank you for your close attention–and catching something we missed. ‘) Warmly, TSPJ Editors

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