minnesota

Living in minnesota

Is like living in an ice box

In your grandparents’ garage

You go out for a cold one,

A Capri sun

You’re by yourself for a minute

No mom, no sisters, no grandma and umpa in their rocking chairs

Just you and their big old cars that smell like them

Back out slowly and don’t hit the water tower on your way

Inch down the street to your local family video

Find

A Mary-Kate and Ashley movie, some cookie dough bites

The bell sounds

So familiar

as you walk in

This portal,

This old home

You miss it sometimes;

Not the crying or screaming or empty feelings you had

But the Capri suns

The ring of the bell

The blue and green rocking chairs

Afterwards, you walk down to Lion’s Den park

Hold on tight to the swings you used to get sick on

They sing you to sleep