By Popular Demand:

I dwell in possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Superior— for doors—

Of chambers as the Cedars—
Impregnable of eye—
And for an everlasting Roof—
The Gambrels of the Sky—

Of Visitors— the fairest—
For Occupation— this—
The spreading wide my narrow Hands—
To gather Paradise—

—Emily Dickinson

Should the stars haphazardly align in some inglorious way and I just so happen to get married, it has to be to a man that can cook and is willing to take my last name.