Once upon a time in Belleville

But I hide behind the spa I had installed.
Gravel and country clubs and khoury league.
Stoners in the high schools,
Businesses long ago come and go.
East end, west end — what’s the difference.
It’s not city, it’s not country.  What is it?
People call it Bellevue.
They’re like, “Oh yeah, you’re from Bellevue….”
Sometimes I correct them.
Fast food, soft serve, another big box arrives.
VHS or betamax.  Strip malls stripped down.
A search reveals only that my baseball cards are worthless.
Fountain in the middle.  Courthouse.  County seat.
The name of a place I used to shop for jeans.
Back when I was handing my heart to grade school girls.