The Skyway Palimpsest The first question obviously is how and where to enter. The poem the memory yes but first which street to turn down from Hennepin one with lights or pigeons, maybe a good window, or do you be boring and enter through Hennepin like anyone would expect. My cousin says he knows how to enter old tunnels and so I blame him for my little obsession with knowing where everything is knowing everyone with a key. Because it drives me mad in this Midwest hinter how it’s tunnels just everywhere, cold war tunnels, sunken city tunnels, secret altar boy candle tunnels and I’m always too scared to plunder their depths, even when I have the security code or the key or vital schedules memorized I don’t take that unexplored moldy turn so I’m entering first through sky bridges and a desperate eleven miles worth, too. Where I would take you first if you ever trusted me to guide is the sandwich shop in Crystal Court where it’s all windows, and you have to wonder POETRY | 89
Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for our 2019 contest issue.