“that volatile spook tree”
Yes - Catherine Doty | Tequila Sunrise
The Poem
Yes - Catherine Doty
It's about the blood
banging in the body,
and the brain
lolling in its bed
like a happy baby.
At your touch, the nerve,
that volatile spook tree,
vibrates. The lungs
take up their work
with a giddy vigor.
Tremors in the joints
and tympani,
dust storms
in the canister of sugar.
The coil of ribs
heats up, begins
to glow. Come
here.
The Beverage
Tequila Sunrise
I featured the Screwdriver in this newsletter some weeks ago, and I recognize this is basically the same drink. Tequila Sunrises! They are sweet and citrusy and $3.50 at the bar on my block. What a winning combo.
Tequila, orange juice, and grenadine. Wow. Grenadine. This is a way fancier drink than a Screwdriver! I am such a classy adult human in the year 2017, drinking Tequila Sunrises in dive bars.
(Not featured: some really vile ideas for cocktails involving Malort and blood that a friend and I texted about earlier this week.)