Como Poems Integral Este As Unto

There is only one day left in my Peruvian life, and I'm sad to see it go. From June 1 on, I'm a ramblin' man - my only friend, the road - and I'll ramble as best I can throughout this fine, fine land. But for now, as if college never really does end, I'm in the middle of packing up my belongings, selling my own bed, and generally reducing my possessions to what I can carry on my back. Here is the short list of objects that will supposedly sustain me through the end of winter:

Red framepack
Green backpack
Sleeping bag + sleeping pad
Pair of aviator sunglasses
Two hats (both Andean)
Sweater (black)
Pair of long underwear
Ex-Army wool field shirt
Ex-Army raincoat
Winter coat (olive drab)
Underwear (11 pairs, various colors)
T-Shirts (9)
Socks (three pair)
Shoes (three pair)
Pencils (seven)
Books:
Underworld - Don DeLillo
Two Years Before the Mast - Richard Henry Dana Jr.
Collection of Short Stories - Various
Sloop of War - Alexander Kent
Bottle of Dewar's Scotch Whisky
Jar of peanut butter
Machete (No joke.)

What could I have forgotten? Almost everything we come in contact with in our day-to-day lives is so beautifully specialized as to be inconsequential. Is life to be frittered away with lemon zesters and lint rollers? A good pair of shoes, a clean pair of pants, and a cotton shirt; a young man could do worse in life.