tequila, talkin.

tequila is my friend

not the way old cowboys

who have nursed it,

slammed it,

CURSED it

call it friend…no

not that way…

the way they rely on it

to make their stories, their tales

the ones they weave by the campfire

or on a barstool

just a little better than before…

no, tequila is my friend

but not THAT kind of friend,

not like that.

I don’t even know how it feels in my mouth.

I definitely don’t know it

the way Lee Marvin or John Wayne or Joe Nichols

knows it

(though I know it makes her clothes fall off)

tequila tells me secrets

that no one else will share

and it opens my eyes to

things I didn’t think I would ever see

before or after or

ever again.

Tequila is my friend.

It weaves its story so

the cowboy doesn’t have to

and tequila brings the cowgirl out

helps her forget

what she wasn’t going to say

what she wasn’t going to share

tequila, I barely know you

but I know you well enough to know

all I need to know

and why they call you sustantivo