More handsome men might promise
To verb your noun or noun your verb,

But wife, for you, every Wednesday night,
I’ll drag the garbage to the curb.

I know when to compost
And recycle our ghosts.

Oh, those other boys
Might offer you stranger noise,

But I’m the wash-and-dry man
Who understands

That nature loves a quick vacuum
Of every room.

Sweetheart, I may not offer you
A house made of Frank Lloyd Wright surprise,

But I’m the one who’s got your
To-Do List and body memorized.