Go Tell the Achyans

 

Go tell the Achyans

That here obedient to their wish we lie.

Or something like that.

I remember

Drizzle in Coatesville

Meeting Kevin outside the Bongo.

Always smoking then.

“That rich bitch Lucy McIlvane

Jumped off the bridge at Exton.”

Looking around

For the police.

“She was high on acid.

Here it is.”

“Something to do with her name,”

I said. And Kevin laughed.

Probably sold it to her.

We didn’t want to remember.

But I do now.

A PINK! VW.

“Slow down.” Her grinding the gears.

Talking about meeting the Panthers.

Her blue veined hand. Small girl.

Fluttering. “Read Catcher in the Rye

At least 20 times,” she said.

Asking about Kevin, Gary, Steve.

“Kevin’s in California last I heard.

Gary joined the Marines.

How about that?”

Nervous girl.

Fallin

No one to catch her.

Thirty (More!) years later.

Go tell the Achyans.

Whatever that should mean.