Bloom I want to wear my name like flowers, Beautiful and blooming. I want to wear my name like ivy, Bright, alive, and blessed. I want to wear my name Like a crown of roses and thorns, Something blood-red and holy. I want to wear my name Like it’s laced with petals and roots. I want to wear my name In a way no one questions, Like the sprouts in a flowerbed. Like moss in cracks of concrete, Like ivy slithering up silo sides. I want to wear my name Like the flowers that will ornament my tomb. Foxglove and forget-me-nots, Telling you not to forget The lethality of mistaking my name For another.
