School starts soon and
I’ve got everything ready.
All my binders are different colors
and the covers are decorated in pretty card-stock
that my mother bought me
and my name and class is written in purple pen
with a frame that is cut with those silly scissors whose blade’s are zig-zagged.
In a neat organized pile are my pictures for my locker
just waiting to be hung up.
I’ve had my first week,
not just day,
clothes picked out for three weeks now.
My backpack is something a boy scout should be proud of,
money, cold medicine and tissues, graphing calculator, extra lead, hair-tie and bobby pins, extra pencil erasers, stick-y-notes, mint, school ID
A necklace that will go with any outfit in case if I am rushing in the morning
random things that only I will need,
a balloon, a magnet, a tennis ball
(even though I don’t play tennis)
I don’t have the kitchen sink,
but I do have hand sanitizer.
Last year I had four flashlights,
but I think I am okay with only one.
6 pencils, 4 highlighters, 3 colorful pens, 1 Sharpie
A 5oo page notebook that cost too much at Staples,
A Superman flash drive that my aunt bought me,
A birthday card in case if I forget it’s someone’s special day,
My calendar is all written out including what days are Final Exams,
Locker comb memorized and just in case saved in my phone,
Extra line paper
coloring book paper
. . . and yet somehow I am not prepared.
Me, the inside me,
I am not ready.