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 popcorn

the edge of the receding glacier

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire


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