the elevator worked.
sometimes
we took the stairs
eighteen flights down
when the fire alarm
was pulled.
pranksters.
after a few years, we
stopped
leaving the apartment.
let it burn.
we had food delivered.
we did
online banking.
we cut our own hair,
patched our
own clothes.
we had the television,
the internet.
sun lamps.
we had windows to
look out.
we felt safe in there.
eight floors up,
the rest of the world
out of sight
and out of mind,
way way way
down there.
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