dreams of leaving the fairgrounds for a funeral. we loaded up a skeleton of a teacup from a ride, shoved a hexagon bench into it, loaded it up with kids and belongings, hitched it to our pickup, and drove across the lakes and swamps pulling the boat behind until we reached the cabin. in the basement we found the flowers we would want to put on her grave all there, separated into vases. i was handed a delicate deep purple flower i didn’t know the name of. but it wasn’t what i wanted. i took several of the hearty hyacinth to hide the wilting beauty in my hands.