everything leans slightly to the left

Sometimes it's very hard to find a straight line. Everything leans slightly to the left, slightly to the right, drags down to the ground at odd angles. Everything heaves under the weight of months and years, under the weight of dust and elbows. But it works. People make do, or don't care, or maybe don't even notice, used to living life, at angles.

Edit: A couple of people have asked - the bottles are actually filled with perfume. That's another poem just waiting to happen....

I learned my lesson and copied this before hitting the preview button. Will be back later today to catch up on commenting.