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Love Poem for the Last Night on Earth
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37 Love Poem for the Last Night on Earth When they ask me to account for my time on earth, I will confess: I loved tomato pie and too much beer, waking up in the blue beam of the television, my head in your lap, how I could hear the last birds gathering beneath your skin. You smelled like mint and the cold blade of the kitchen knife, and our laughter left teethmarks those long July days, as the dark beyond our door culled its armies, a combustion of insects and heat hitching our house to the blind grasses, the pasture sliding away like a calm sea. Love, what leaned in and drank from the eyes of the horses as their silhouettes passed like slow ships? What folded its thin wings and sank into our hearts? ...