The Newlywed Couple Feel Some Inertia at The Falls by Melanie Browne

Inside their
whiskey barrel,
They are strange
Contortionists,

He reads To her
From Evelyn Waugh,
While she
Gouges their
Names in
linoleum
on her barstool

They hang
God's eyes
From the
damp
Housetop,

Sometimes
He goes out
To collect
The mail,

When he comes back
In he talks about rainbows
while she listens
To the clawing
Of the spray,

He unhooks her bra
Feeling her breasts
Kissing her stomach,
She is passive,
Her veil lingers
Like the vapors