Chaotic, jumbled thoughts, 
understanding tied in knots, 
seems to be 
what's left of me. 
I cannot think 
(hot pink) 
of much that doesn't have to do 
(607 Faye Street) with you. 
In some ways it's fun, 
Anona Anona, 
knowing you 
(your shell berettes, too). 
I'm crazed 
and dazed 
when you are near 
(laughter I hear). 
Always you're in my memory 
(talking in the library); 
listening to a song, 
wondering what went wrong 
(An offer for a dinner, a joke? 
The 'yes' I never spoke). 
Thinking about you today, 
waiting for the pain to go away. 

May 15, 1985