I've learned not to follow the instructions
I am the craziest version of myself when I'm on an airplane. I like to travel, I just hate flying. I try to be conscientious and respectful of fellow passengers. So I self-medicate, with Ativan, Ambien, Percocet, or Valium (my fave). And I always throw back some wine post-takeoff to really smooth things over. Immediately before my eyelids turn to lead and I get all slack-jawed and drooly, I feel a sudden impulse to write stuff. Here's the first of many hazy creations:
My Love
Please forgive me
Mommy had a
...Margarita
A bottle of wine
and 2 Valiums
Because I hate to fly
But most of all
I hate being
Without you
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