I Married, by Lorine Niedecker

I married

in the world's black night
for warmth
if not repose.
At the close--
someone.


I hid with him
from the long range guns.
We lay leg
in the cupboard, head
in closet.


A slit of light
at no bird dawn--
Untaught
I thought
he drank


too much.
I say
I married
and lived unburied.
I thought--