my first hard liquor coincided
with my first train trip, though
it all happened during the night,
as good adventures tend to do
the windows of an empty
observation car mirrored only us,
me: scribbling in a backpocket journal,
her: drawing my anime portait
a full year countdown to my
unexpected motherhood, but
what I seem to recall most vividly
were my sweet jeans with the
reinforced knees