Erie is an outlaw love song

Matt Borczon

in the
early morning
before
sun up
I’m driving
the streets
and trying
to sweep
the body parts
out of
the hospital
corridors of
my nightmares

I’m chasing
the ghost
soldiers off
the sidewalks
and into
the doorways
where I
can’t see
them and

I’m breathing
rhythmic like
my therapist
suggests

in time
with the
outlaw
love song
that is
my hometown

as I
push the
pedal hard
across 26th street.