by CHRISTOPHER
You have a pencil, new
as a fresh pound of cow
meat, good looking, beautiful.
Going to school can’t wait
til you use it, excited, scared
you might lose it like a mouse
and its cheese, trying to get
the cheese and hoping you won’t
get snapped by the trap but
then you lose it, you search every-
where for it, like a bat looking for
darkness, but then you leave for
about five minutes to calm down you
come back and you found it in the
same area you were searching
in, so confused, like a fifth grade
student doing eleventh grade math
homework.