Flowers
Taken, cut from their plant, packaged and shipped to retailers. Opened by careful hands— careful not to break the stems. Cleaned and trimmed, considered, and placed. For sale!
Chosen by eyes behind which lies a a self satisfied pleasure, even glee! The thought of a loved one’s reaction— joy over flowers! Or, deep, deep grief. Thoughts and stress from the effort of funeral planning; determination to do well in memory of a loved one. Or, guilt. Heartbreak at the heartbreak of a loved one caused by self. An apology is being bought in a bouquet for $19.99.
Wrapped tight in paper and sold. Taken... Received. How, I cannot tell… I’m just the careful girl behind the counter, cutting stems, cleaning, placing, selling, and always following the flowers home in my imagination.