Now would be a good time to quit,


Said the pharmacist with red hair.



Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow--


You will feel better.



Yes, I nodded my feverish head


And carried the medicine home . . .



Perfect moments must eventually


Give way to the physical self.



Now I recall dining with the queen,


Laughing at the actors on stage,



Now I recall the polite doorman,


Holding back the heavy door,



Now I recall our evening walks


Dispelling every doubt we had.



But constant craving doubles back


Like a charmed snake;



My heart is never full.

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