Song for Valedictorians
Astrid looks away when it’s time to give her name. But not today. Today she shouts out,
I want to name myself winged-ornament. I want to name myself. I am a winged-ornament. I name myself and move into dubious battle with waves of the morning. The battlefield has been left to rot, carrots where bodies sank into the ground. There is nothing left for me to fight except this blue noise the crickets make as they shoulder into each other. We bloom together, their leg instruments and my yellow wings. We’re blooming, I swear.
The group says, Welcome winged-ornament.