one

I know a lot of things

About a lot of things

But the thing I know the most about

Is me

Stevie

 

I know that I am eleven years and two months old

And that my hair is brown

And my eyes are green

And I’m allergic to peanuts

 

I know I have a mum

Whose room is right next to mine

And that sometimes we tap and scratch on the wall at night

Morse code is good for scaring nightmares away

I know that

 

I know I have a dad

And I know that he lives far away

And I know that’s not my fault

And I know that that’s

OK

 

I know that I have a funny name

Because the doctors said my mum was going to have a baby boy

But then I popped out

A slimy wriggly baby girl

And she liked the name too much by then

So Stevie it was

And Stevie I am

 

I know I like the color purple

And things that sparkle

And science and books

And cats and stars and space

 

I know that I broke my pinkie finger once

And that now

It sticks out funny

 

I know I’m afraid of zombies and clowns

And not much else

I know I can be brave

But that sometimes it’s hard

 

I know a lot

About me

 

There’s only one thing

In the whole of me

That I don’t know

 

It’s something funny

It’s in my chest

And sometimes my tummy

And always my head

It’s a fizzy feeling

Warm and squishy

And it makes me blush

And it only happens

When I look at my friend

Chloe

 

And I don’t know what it is

Exactly