At least we
occupy this space,
but my feet gain no purchase
upon these transient floors.
I pass between displays
in this museum of our things;
this warehouse for the weighty
accumulations of our pasts.
We lose mass by the month,
surrendering resources.
What seems ours is largely mental.
Soon we will melt completely,
but that’s the cost
haunting a house
rental.
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