On National Poetry Day

Always now someone
You know, a ghosted one
Without a name
Troubles you
And you throw words back—
Up river, broken window
How thin your wrists are
Didn’t you want
Twilight and discernment
Come closer
Do come
It’s raining in New York
Reading Nietzsche
At twenty
I saw his eagles
Were real
And how little
He loved them
Go ahead
I told myself
Make a vow
Make it respectful

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