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\ Drifting beneath marble skies \                     with salty kiss and guitar-twang singing \                                         a sun-set passion belies the sunset— \                               tips in the supple waves, \                                                             a stone in the storm of a somber song. \ \ The crack of stale concrete \                     the streetcorner sighs \                                             coffeehouse smoke smiles and billows \                                                               arterial interior beats familiar \                                              

Fluff spills out of the holes in the teddy bear I named after you. "Bitch," I address the bear, "why must you remind me so?" as I pull the cotton and chew in remembrence: cotton mouth, after drowning in your kiss. I follow the pattern in the tile, follow the grain of the wood, up to the faceless clock that reminds me of yours. Every sixty clicks I hear a tick, the room spins at sixty kilometers a minute. And the minute details flood back, like a three-pronged cord into a two-proged socket: too much power for too little a man. Two dollars seventy-eight cents; John, Paul, George, and Ringo calmly remind me I can't buy lov