vodka breakfast

The morning after my divorce from Karlie I found myself swimming in a sea of vodka and pity. I sank to the bottom as I swam with big strokes, looking for absolution that never came. A light above the spirit reminded me to breathe and when I reached the shore for air I saw you covered in flowers. You said they were all for me.

Every day I took a flower from your body and you chipped away my corals, then gently washed the salt off my skin before you kissed me. I saw the silver cross on your chest and you found my gold Star of David. One year later, stripped of everything that kept us apart we became children again and we played by the sea, but I would never again have vodka for breakfast.

Text: © Lucius Bod, 2010
Image: © Keith Marshall


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