I found this poem scrawled between class notes from my college days. For whatever reason, I was apparently more fascinated with the coat rack on the back wall than I was with Ancient Egyptian burial practices.
The Coat Rack
Shannon VanZegeren
Hooks in lines
Like teeth on combs
Have told stories of
Wet winter jackets
And backpacks weighed down with books.
They bear the weight patiently
As the professor goes on & on
About Ancient Egyptian burial practices.
The hooks don’t mind
Except in the case that
A jacket is left behind
And never claimed by its
Rightful owner.
Then it’s a sad time.