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(for Dave Graney) Alcohol is so twentieth century. Marihuana is the new drug. It helps you reorganise the furniture in your mind. Problem is I find myself kneeling in front of the sideboard of regret, the dresser of misery, the wardrobe of youth. Rummaging through a drawer, fondling a camisole of someone more imagined - ah! Here's that letter, photo, cloud of smoke, that memory of white flesh revealed, smooth and new, so new, the scale of ribs to play. Nah. Better the booze. Leave the furniture where it is, get in the moving van.