Electric Mass

When I hear people talking about
personal disasters I think this is
going to happen to me someday,
be prepared. Still, I occupy my
apartment like I'll live here forever.
Old movie tickets tucked inside
of a book by Apollinaire, in the back of the drawer
a secret scribbled note from a lover.
Like any of this will last, like I'll
walk down the stairs a million more
times to get the paper, or say hello
to one of the grumpy neighbors
just to watch them grunt half-heartedly.