About that big building on the corner of Forest Park and Boyle
I don’t have the words for today. Somehow, my eighteen-year-old self, for whom Roe was the law of the land, did.
About that big building on the corner of Forest Park and Boyle
Once lit up the night pink, now blue, Friday not at all
I remember
Nose pressed up against the window
Watching the angry mob perform
Never understanding what went on
Inside that big building on the corner of Forest Park and Boyle
If I wanted
I could walk there
Pick up a prescription and a coffee one block over
There’s decaf if I need something else
And tea
But there is no substitute for care
And that’s what goes on
Inside that big building on the corner of Forest Park and Boyle
When did you stop believing in Santa Claus?
For me
It was when I saw a scraggly bearded man clothed in red velvet
Raging at passerby
We were all monsters for even glancing
At that big building on the corner of Forest Park and Boyle
They say my neighborhood is on the rise.
The tech scene is expanding
And we move forward
But across the street
That big building on the corner of Forest Park and Boyle
Is shrinking before my very eyes
I don’t want anything for Christmas
Except the option
To walk through that door
Should I be the 1 in 4
Or the 3 in 4
(Does it really matter?)
And that’s what I need you to understand
About that big building on the corner of Forest Park and Boyle