Cheltenham Elegy #431

They sit at the same pub on Limekiln
Pike and reminisce. Have they ever
wondered how he feels? They don’t
realize he’s driving past, and looks in
and sees them there. He still wants in,
and pretends not to. The sun set over
Glenside an hour ago. He pretends to
his family, always, that he has some
where to go, but he doesn’t: he just
likes to drive. The old crew, the popular
girls of ’95, are just as senseless, as
they drive their minds backwards, he
thinks. He’s still a virgin, and desperate.
The business works the same everywhere.