No Sentences but in Things

Here is my latest poem...not allowed to write sentences, but instead make a list of things :)

One tattered copy of Slaughterhouse-Five
yelling "so it goes" in a muffled sort of way,
Piglet and Winnie-the-Pooh tossed in the corner,
How-to guides not yet creased,
A browned Bible holding up my new Harry Potters,
Some stray pens, forgotten and inkless,
Leftover journals carefully positioned behind children's books
because I don't want to be reminded of what is inside,
Carl Jung's Undiscovered Self lying open and highlighted,
One old paper of yours listing the classics that I should read,
Bolded names like Eugenides, Eco, Kierkegaard, Cicero--
books you gave me, hissing snakes,
not wanting to be remembered but wanting
to be opened.