Francine was drinking beer for a change. For a change she took on a lover. For a change Francine got knocked up. For a change Francine did not believe in anything. The beer was a change for Francine. So was the lover. Not often the lights twisted the way they did during her abortion. Francine felt herself leave her body. For a change Francine said Fuck You to anyone who said she did not feel herself leave her body. For a change, the lover really loved her. The beer tasted good to her, for a change. Though it was light. Her body was lighter than usual. Because of the change. Francine believed in everything once. They way things changed, she could believe in. Now she doesn’t. Francine remembers the doctor talked about Cabbage Patch dolls. Francine used to poke their eyes out. The dolls. Out. The way the light twisted. Francine felt it all go out. Like Fuck You. And change.