(these are) a few of my favorite things

we are sipping whiskey from a coca-cola bottle
at the poetry slam.
he is from tennessee
so it’s jack daniels.
hailing from kentucky, i prefer jim beam,
but mother was right when she said
beggers can’t be choosers.
speaking of which,
i want to date a poet
so we can place the word vulnerable
in the space between our hips
and know exactly what it tastes like on stage.
i am not the kind to rush things.
i appreciate the slow burn of lonely mornings
as much as the whiskey in my throat.
they have the same intoxicating effect in the end,
drive me to slide ink under skin.
i want to be free to get tattooed over every inch of this 5’10” frame,
and as much as i realize the endless implications of that idea,
i am romantically attached.
you can’t see the cityscape i carry daily,
or that poem is the bridge between my shoulder blades,
but soon i will know the value of this body
and share it with you
through whiskey, poems, and tattoos.