Cheltenham Elegy #416 (Adam Fieled)


It’s two in the morning— this big
empty field is a vacuum sucked into
this little girl’s mouth. Everything’s
little, he thinks. At least I’m big enough
to get head. The problem is what she
wants from me. And what she’s bound
to get. Just by chance, someone in a
passenger seat in a car going by on
Church Road sees the outline of the
two figures. One is leaning— the
blowjob part isn’t visible. Wow, he
says; this place is strange. He shakes
himself, turns up the music, and gets
ready for a long ride.