The morning after my divorce from Karlie I found myself swimming in a sea of vodka and pity. I sank to the bottom. I swam big waves looking for absolution. Crystal light above compelled me to gasp for air. That didn't happen until I reached the rocks. 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.