Ode to Tequila
Dear tequila,
Treat me gently
For we are friends
These twelve years and counting
Since I moved to Texas and met you
A swig from the bottle,
A gift from that country singer
Someone knew
At the graduation party I threw
We were so grown up
Masters degrees in hand
Mastering nothing.
I’m sure I was hung over
The next day.
Treat me gently now though,
Tequila,
I am older and more mature
I do not treat my ills with vodka
Or cheap wine in a box
I choose you, tequila,
To wash away my woes
Bolster my confidence
Calm my nerves
I am older and wiser
And can hold my liquor
(It’s not true)
and that’s in part why I drink you
because you do not make me lurch like vodka.
Writhe like white wine.
What happened to my youth?
My constitution?
Tequila is the only man who treats me right.
Wait, what?
It is the only liquor that keeps me company,
I mean.
Keeps me sane.
Helps me sleep.
Calms the restless leg,
Soothes the sciatica
God I’m old, but so are you.
1898, Espolon Reposado
100% De Agave
Product of Mexico,
Over ice,
I love you.
