I once spent the whole afternoon looking for the amputated leg of an English soldier. I searched the loading dock they wheeled him into the hospital from, I looked in the room we put his gear when he came in on the helicopter. I searched everywhere their lieutenant told me to, all the while thinking that he must know we burned it down at the fire pits with all the medical waste and other body parts. The soldier thought it would go home with him and the lieutenant didn’t know how to tell him it was already gone.
Bio: Matthew Borczon is a poet and writer from Erie, Pa. He has published ten books of poetry the most recent being Ghost Highway Blues through Alien Buddha press. He has been nominated for a pushcart and a best of the Net. He works as both a US Navy sailor and as a nurse for adults with developmental disabilities. He has a wife and four kids and not enough time to write.