Outside, the crowd bowed their heads
and the moment of silence for my
Bygone Slut Era began. I watched
through a window, slurping diet coke.
After the moment of silence, there were
speeches. What I really wanted was
Elsewhere, someone was saying
poor Meg. Elsewhere, someone was saying
that bitch. Elsewhere, someone was
listening to Jock Jams, Volume 4,
but that had nothing to do with me.