looking at it like I did the other two,
with reverence at this golden,
aged a year or more in old whiskey barrels…
That is, I stare at it like I stare
at the most beautiful women in the world,
while my friends see a whore in clear heels.
My friends’ bodies shudder, convulse
at the first whiff of this agave elixir,
as many nights of drunken lapses of judgment
all come back, all at once.
Sweet lady añejo has never done me wrong,
and she’s all right by me.