I know my names and namesakes
like cracked hands, hang nails, clear cuticles.
Wash my bed spread, shirts, socks–and heart sometimes—
so that ma would be proud
The Bather of Harpers Ferry marks the first bloodshed of the
bloodiest American war.
I went to Harper’s Ferry,
a town turned museum, a place turned artifice.
I know that people are sometimes just towns turned landmarks
so sometimes I feel like a settlement