deli man asked,
staring straight at my red ruffled dress,
“mayo & mustard with that?”
“just mayo,” I said
and was off
with the turkey sandwich surprise
for the roll-top desk delivery guy
on lunch break in the cab of the New Era Furniture truck

the usual conversation was
about unfinished wood
but today, with his turkey sandwich in hand
the other pressed to my breast
staring straight at my red ruffled dress,
he blurts, “will you marry me?”
I choke, “yes!”

must’ve been that turkey sandwich
and the red dress