Harpers Ferry by Eli Louis Recht-Appel (Vol. 6 2017)

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


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