Let's get married on a Tuesday with a six piece from Harold's as our witness. Let's get married at noon & then again at 3:30 when the school day lets out & a whole block of dandelions flower our ceremony. Let's get married under a full moon, so every celestial being can witness our vows. Love, one wedding isn't enough for me. I want to propose again & again. On a Wednesday because you did the dishes. On a Thursday because we woke up next to each other again. Say yes. Say less. I'll be on one knee asking you to share in the delight of knowing each other. Let's get married because Chicago. Because St. Louis is a city on a map. Because your name is my favorite word. Let's get married because there are vows we can only make in the dark. Because we don't need a witness to say I do. Let's get married because it's raining & that's supposed to be good luck. Mi amor, mi cielo, mi vida, let's get married in every language we can & can't speak. Under every god. My god, the way you look at me is a miracle I believe in. Because we get one life. One. Say yes. Then, say yes again. Let's get married after we get married because underneath every word I write there is one word I carve into every desk. One word I tag onto every building on every block of my heart. Marry me: make me (no, not complete), but a little more alive than I've ever been.