marry me i say on bended knee

I finally find someone
who can fold

a fitted sheet. it's been the holy
grail

of dating. it used to be baking
cookies,

but that was a disaster.

she says, stand back and watch me,
take notes
if you must.

I stand there and watch her as
her hands
move rapidly like a cook
at a Japanese steak house.

before I know it, the fitted
sheet is nicely

squared and tucked, folded
firmly into

shape, ready for the shelf.

wow, I tell her. come here and
kiss me. I've been looking
for you

my entire life.

in front of the linen closet,
on bended knee
I ask her to marry me.