“My hat”

My hat
was run over
by a trolley
This morning
my coat took a walk
to some place
far away.
This afternoon
my shoes
happened to get assassinated.
— I’m still here?
that’s just
i t.

This poem originally appeared in "Poetry Not Written for Children that Children Might Nevertheless Enjoy," by Lemony Snicket.
“My hat” is reprinted by permission of Ugly Duckling Presse.
Source: Poetry (September 2013)