still life

spoiled milk
on the grated
shelf, fruit
gone bad,
bananas black
and curled
on a table.
the soft
brown dent
in an apple.
pears in a bowl,
softened
by time and light,
a fly
already pinching
at the yellowed
skin.
the bread
unsheltered
crusted hard
on the counter.
gone stale.
everything
that lives
heads in
this direction,
but you can't
think
about that,
can you, for
what point then
would tomorrow
be.