When I die
I want you to name some sort of food after me
a sandwich, a salad, even just a mixed drink. It can be ```
something that already has a regular name, like
peanut butter and jelly, Waldorf, gimlet.
Just add something different, like pomegranate seeds,
or a teeny tiny umbrella, something to set it apart
Make it look like something new.
I don’t need a fancy headstone
poems read or songs sung at my funeral.
Just make sure I find my way into someone’s lunchsack
or hastily scribbled onto an unsuspecting menu
casually dropped in conversations about
exciting local cuisine or
unacceptable changes made to home-cooked standards.
Holly Day lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she teaches writing classes at the Loft Literary Center. Her published books include Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar All-in-One for Dummies, Piano All-in-One for Dummies, A Brief History of Nordeast Minneapolis, Late-Night Reading for Hardworking Construction Men, The Smell of Snow , and The Book Of.