on a perfectly blue sky day

out of the blue

on a perfectly blue sky

day she says

we should have a committed

relationship now, don't you think?

i spit out half of my

hamburger across the table

hitting her in the chest.

oops.

i say, and lean over

to wipe off the ketchup

and onions.

what are you talking about,

i ask her.

you know. me and you.

we get along so well.

we never fight or anything,

and sexy time is so much fun.

maybe it's time we think about

moving in together. 

getting engaged.

my heart begins to race

as a  panic attack

sets in.

i feel faint.

are you okay. you're sweating.

no i'm good. good.

i can see my pale reflection

in the butter knife i'm holding,

my hand is trembling.

i splash some water onto

my face

and press a handful of ice

cubes against my forehead.

what do you think? she says.

smiling,

biting down on a petite cherry

tomato.

good idea?