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 divorce.

The troubled kids, in and out of jail.

The lonely future in an empty house

(full of discarded objects)

collecting disability.

How was the music that night,

the conversation,

the taste of the beer?

Did it go down smooth?

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