“Living in Minneapolis” | Simon Harms | Poetry

Living in Minneapolis

Simon Harms

yesterday, i tore down the curtains in my apartment, and the sun, high above the river, took residence on my carpet.

the boxelder bugs on my wall revealed themselves to me with their charcoal stomachs and ember casings; i sat and listened.

i think i’m starting to learn the language of the tall brick buildings that line the river like rows of corn.

and tomorrow, i will trade songs with all the windows and doors, the driftwood houses on the banks of the mississippi, floating downstream in a flour barrel.