Matt Borczon

I called home

At four

o clock

in the



of the

nine hour

time difference

between Afghanistan

and the

United States

it was

winter in

the desert

no snow

but a

cold like

you never

feel off

Lake Erie

I pass

a group

of village

elders sleeping

on the

ground in

light robes

and turbans

In front

of the

hospital their

family members

are staying in

peaceful looks

on their

faces as

they lay

on frozen

rocky ground

When my

wife answers

the phone

she always

asks what

are you


about today

and I

say through


teeth that

I don’t

think anybody

is tough

enough to

take over

this country.

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