She’s given an assignment
That feels like a test.
To write about the book bag
Sitting on her desk.
It’s purple and big
And lying so still.
Its lifeless structure
Is the ultimate kill
To a writer in need
Of something to say.
It just doesn’t move
Or talk in any way.
So what should I say
While writing to you?
If you can think of something
Then let me know too.
I can’t get this going
There’s nothing in my head.
The idea is stupid.
The book bag is dead.

Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: English Instructor Judith Staples