The Last Poem I'll Ever Write About You     

Do you remember walking in the snow and how, as we sat in the movie, our hair curled up as it dried?  Do you remember my face at all?  My teeth?  My pale pink checkered shorts?  Do you remember that pivotal party during which Byron handcuffed Michelle to the fridge?  Do you remember the plate of blue cheese that melted on the radiator and stunk up the whole apartment?  Do you remember being jealous?  Do you remember screaming at me in the subway?  Do you remember the way I kicked you in the shins?  Do you remember the bruise as big as a mum?  The way it hurt?  The way I apologized over and over?  My shame?  Do you remember holding me by the throat and forcing me to drink that whiskey?  Do you remember being that person?  Do you remember how hateful I could be?  Do you remember weeping into my answering machine?  Do you remember my outgoing message and answering machine songs?  Do you remember finding the purple stuffed chair on the sidewalk?  Do you remember the first time we heard George Michael’s “I Want Your Sex?”  Do you remember what a lousy cook I was?  What a lousy lay?  Do you remember your crush on Paula Abdul?  Do you remember passing out?  Do you remember the guy on East 10^th who sold us pot?  Do you remember how afraid I was of that transaction?  Do you remember how Ellen was stabbed, right through her leather jacket?  Do you remember the murder and how I wrote about the murder?  Do you remember how you accused me of being sentimental?  Do you remember our fight about the murder because I thought you were callous?  Do you remember spray-painting J&C SLUM LORDS all over the apartment building I lived in?  Do you remember when the mailboxes in your building were all busted open and you had to wait in line at the post office to get your mail?  Do you remember my tiny black and white kitchen?  Do you remember what you said to me after you’d found a new girlfriend?  Do you remember how I stole your red and tan argyle socks?  Do you remember the comic strip characters you developed based on us?  Do you remember the way we couldn’t even go to the same parties for a while?  Do you remember the crackling sound of the needle on my old stereo?  Do you remember The Clash?  Do you remember that album cover?  Do you remember feeding the ducks?  Do you remember hiking in the heat?  Do you remember my phone number?  Do you remember what my phone number spelled out in letters?  Do you remember taking her for the abortion?  Do you remember sleeping on the boat?  Do you remember how boldly I cheated?  Do you remember what we ate in the diner on Sundays?  Do you remember that wool jacket I bought at Salvation Army and how the lining was full of worms?  Do you remember when I finally snapped?  Do you remember how I got you back?