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"PTSD #50" by Matthew Borczon

I'm sitting
in my
car and
a song
on the
radio about
the Black
mountains
reminds me
of the
mine my
grandfather
worked in
and the
black hole
he climbed
down in

daily
the one
that made
my grandmother
cry the
day he
took her
to see 
it and 

I think 

maybe
its not
so bad
being me
at least
my hole
doesn't
cover me
in soot
coal and 
ash
when I 
climb in.

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"Rhonda" by Matthew Borczon

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On her
wedding day
her husband
said he
sat in
his car
turning
the engine

on and
off as
he thought
of reasons
to stay
and to
leave

her sister
tried to

take off
her bridesmaid
dress in
the middle
of the
reception
to show
some guys
her new
tattoo

while Rhonda
tried hard
to believe
this was
everything
she ever
dreamed of.

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