her name was kept a secret
but she asked everybody what kind of flowers they'd want on their grave
everyday she went to the farmers market
wondering if her dead body would smell the roses
or the daisies
or the lilies
above her
she traced her fingers over each stem
she kept a jar of daffodils on her windowsill
she'd look at them when she felt sad
she knew that even though if her death was ugly,
the beautiful flowers would still
lay above her