Trapper Keeper
CLARITY: ATOMIC ELEMENTS | Moment Two Hundred Thirty-Six
I started high school armed
with a Trapper Keeper
It was my favorite.
It kept my schedule
my notes,
my homework sheets,
my writings,
my drawings,
my pens,
my pencils,
my calculator,
my—everything,
in one place.
Literally at my fingertips.
As long as I didn’t drop it
those little Velcro tabs
kept everything trapped.
A tight bundle
I could drop
in my locker during lunch
or on my bed
when I got home
at night.
I could navigate it half-asleep
my fingers gliding
over its sleek cool plastic covers
and thick plastic edges
its folders
its rings
its pages
and pockets.
No time wasted.
I was ready to learn.



