Tequila

what’s this dialect
that I’m hearin?
coatin every
careful word

I’m searin;
withholdin
a flash front,
scorchin’:
don’t be a hero!
(fireballs laughin)

butcha whims
as thick as ya skin
hard-headed
to win
(gigglin)

a drunk like me, hi
slurrin all forms
(I predict storms)
and ya rain cloud,
rumblin with
warm showers

and I just planted those
(I point)
but I think
you knew dat
(I digress)

ha,
I tink you knew dat
(I straighten my dress)
dis don’t happen erryday…
the way you…
make me so easy,
(I know,
it’s hearsay)
but, yes,
I’ll cooperate
whatever you say
like this? this way? okay

but who sent
you anyways?

I don’t remember
callin for a cab,
an escort,
fuckin right,
I’m my own money’s
worth
,
and I’ll say it again-
belligerent? no-

and I’ll say it again,
who the hell sent you
anyways?

just as I was leavin’
who told you to
hold the door?

thank you,
(I’m just teasin’,
I’m just teasin…)

I just don’t
(hiccup)
see your reasonin

for stoppin an helpin
a bitter bat like me,
why you (hiccup)
you find me lovely,
don’t you
?

oh how,
you’ve calmed me…
sigh, so thoroughly
so quickly
(blanketed the wics)
sedated me

you don’t
want to hurt me,
do you?
ha
(sorry)

but I can
trust ya?

I came here
alone
how did you know
I was here?

how could you?

oh

you’ve been looking
for me
everywhere?


you almost gave up
too?

ha!

you’re just
as tipsy too…

yeah
(hiccup)
yeah, but you can
trust me too

if I can
make it home
(hiccup)
then you will
too

– B. Brown

(alcohol art by Tina Stensland)

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