years, he packed my lunches and labeled them by shift.
When he proposed, there was no diamond.
He tied a brass key to a ribbon.
It belonged to a sagging little fixer-upper he’d made an offer on, with a porch where he said he planned to drink coffee until he was ninety.
A house key instead of a ring.
I said yes to the key.
I took Caleb to Dayton once.
My mother asked his hourly wage before she asked his middle name.
Then whether builders received benefits.
Then who
