tequila

 and I don’t mix well.

I’m susceptible to its' pull out to sea

a choppy lost sea tossing me about

its fun at first 

then I crash into ragged rock beds staggering and sick

as a teen tequila would take me in a bar

land me crashed in a strange bed with a stranger man

I’d wake at dawn with no memory

No memory of the sex I had obviously had

Stomach turning tossing with bile up and out the door to hit the street 

with no idea where I  was

Where my car was

No memory of the drive

Tequila in the backseat to nowhere all night driving

Throw me thru the car window

Land me in a hosptal with a broken neck

Bring it on. Tequila don’t mess. Drink the sea swim the brine

rocks will meet me right where I’m craving impact.