January 17, 2011—
It is MLK Day. It was MLK Day 11 years ago that the events of my poem Understatement took place, when I had to basically flee a bad marriage, and every year on this day I feel a little off. Jumpy. Pictured is a tiny vodka bottle from the plane trip home that day. I’d been up 51 hours straight and was completely giddy at the time I drank this. That plane leaving the runway and getting airborn was one of the best feeling things EVER. Like it was actually ok to relax for the first time in years, and the vodka helped that along. Think I had 3 of them.
Panasonic Lumix DMC-FH20