Habitation By Margaret Atwood
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcornthe edge of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this farwe are learning to make fire
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