like a glass of water with a film of dust like a jug of milk with a rancid smell like a soft potato spotted with mold like a flower that’s lost its crown an empty closet a suitcase gone an unread letter on a petal-strewn table
I don’t write that much poetry that’s completely without punctuation or capitalization, but it felt right for this one, where… I suppose I would say that the speaker doesn’t even have the energy for either of those things.
