Nearby is one of the many Border's stores that just announced they would be closing due to their recently declared bankruptcy.
I sat in it today eating a cheap lunch I bought at a nearby 7-11 and decided to write this poem.
M
I WAS THERE
I wolfed down a sandwich
while low, low prices were marked down
while permanent fixtures were sold
while consolidated shelves were dismantled
I devoured potato chips
in the presence of other shoppers
in and amongst aisles of magazines
in the air-conditioned warehouse store
I would have inhaled a cookie
but for the absence of pastries
but for the absence of employees
but for the absence of a café
I was there when the empire fell
I was full, and then suddenly hungry