She got drunk, had sex, and got pregnant
for the first time on one thunderclap of a night.
One night, and it all began
unfolding like a dark flower
or the division of cancer cells.
The bastard husband.
The troubled kids, in and out of jail.
The lonely future in an empty house
(full of discarded objects)
How was the music that night,
the taste of the beer?
Did it go down smooth?