ODE TO AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF JOSE CUERVO

 ODE TO AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF JOSE CUERVO

It is night—

I delude memories

by pushing them away—

I find myself in love with a girl, 

she told me not to drink so big

that loving her lasts until tomorrow .

I take a sip from a tea cup

we’ve turned into a tequila shot glass,

I take two more sips, kiss the night

I love under the starry girl’s eyes.

Tonight, we have sex to 70’s funk

tomorrow you will flee to the city—

a stronghold where you sleep

on a bean bag. I’ll be hungover,

bring you flowers you’ll be gone for good.

I’ll be left with memories of an empty

tequila bottle, said I loved you, meant it.

I delude myself by drinking away a memory of a dream.