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  
a sandwich. 

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.