I Have Continued Regardless


Each day demands
we create
the world over.

I leave the apartment
walk over to the elevator,
it arrives, I get in, join
one person with old eyes
and the smell of piss.
I hate it. 

I get off at the lobby
look for entrance and walk out
the building towards
the coffee shop.

Old imperfections
cross my mind. 
The dirty dishes in the sink,
the empty refrigerator, the pills
I did not forget to take.

As I walk away from the apartment
I look back, flames are rising
from the windows
of the 14th floor. 

I decide to have breakfast.
It is now about 98 degrees
on a hot Monday morning
in July exactly
three years
from yesterday.

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