So, anyway
(you are the only one
who reads these poems...)

Do you remember what I told you
on St. Marks Place,

or it was somewhere in the East Village,
or on our way to the East Village
(which is the center of some universes,
or so they say, or maybe not but
you know what I mean)


(some would tell you that Pune was the
center of his universe

Pune and all those
times)

If I recall (and I'm certain of it)
he said something about how
he loved you more than anything
or anyone in the world

It's the kind of truth that
cannot be erased