Valedictorian’s shouldn’t shudder,
I hear them scoff in the hallway,
is it fear behind their lips?
a shaking equivalent to mine, warping
their language, thoughts, words;
anticipation of what their peers
from other schools, mine from the same
will mix with chuckles and spit
on our faces, fine layer of disgust
coating our forever image
after ten minutes of terror
abate, into graveyard silence
the most calm they have ever been.
Maybe I should just stay
in the classroom