I lost my beautiful nalgene bottle yesterday, and found out about it today. it was dark blue gray with a yellow top, and in my sadness, i'm going to write a poem about my beautiful nalgene bottle:

*clears throat*

ice cubes floating to the top
glistening in the morning sun
through the dark gray sky
scratched up but still brand new
"this will be like my mom's umbrella
from college"
first thing i bought
on telegraph
is sitting on a lonely bench
in front of Zellerbach

the end.

don't look at me like you've never written a poem about an insignificant inanimate object. i know you have.