They called it innovation
a warehouse turned drive-through
born in a crisis
celebrated for its speed, its safety
Six years on she still
works the cold concrete
today flags she hung herself
the only warmth the institution
never paid for
the waiting list they counted
it came down
they stopped asking questions
she continued to absorb the answer
at least it's not winter
in a padded jacket
as summer skylines hit
the exit door always open
the machine doesn't need
to be cruel it just
needs you not to notice
grateful for the service
while she is the inconvenient
cost I noticed, I am asking
it's time to speak