the clasp broke at the disco Mom I'm sorry & the older men who hit on Becky nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls & we searched the best we could for two entire songs we knelt & felt along the place where we had stood
but we only found 7 of Grandmother's pearls
& as we rode the bus home I thought surely I'd wake up tomorrow just to find that I had dreamed up everything there'd still be pearls on a string I wouldn't smell like smoke & I'd still have the cash that I had spent on drinks