Yesterday an email came through, but it wasn’t you. It was a deal on flowers, which never come when you actually want to send someone flowers. But I clicked anyway and chose a bouquet of white dendrobium orchids for $69.99 plus a vase, plus a charge to ship them, plus a tax, and I almost sent them to myself but I didn’t know what to write on the card. Then, I thought about receiving them: Oh, you shouldn’t have.
Then I thought about where I would put them, if I would even give them water. So, I didn’t send them. It wouldn’t be fair to the flowers. And still, I’m hoping they come today or maybe tomorrow with a card that says something perfect, instructions on how to care for them: give them water, but do not drown them. Place them in the sun for four hours a day, and tuck them into bed when their eyes get sleepy. Don’t touch them too much. When they wither make a maze with their stems and walk through it until you’re in the center of a spiral and then blow them like candles. Wish for nothing.
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