Whiskey and Porn for Everyone
Whiskey
I don't remember the first time I took a drink. I remember first times. I remember a friend's father teaching me to drive a pickup truck and giving me a bottle of whiskey to pull at. I remember it's burn. I remember that eventually it didn't burn anymore. I remember sitting in the dugout of a municipal baseball park, it must have been july; black flies buzzed in the heavy air. I drank blueberry schnapps until I threw up on my shoes.
And Porn
Porn, too, is a potent thing. I don’t even know if it’s a good or a bad thing. In my poem, I referred to sex and love as porn: I commodified it, got caustic and cheap and vulgar. But the point is it’s sarcasm: I want to believe in love, and in sex, and I want to believe that I, as a woman, have just as much power and opportunity in the world as anyone else.
