Tequila Mockingbird

By Raúl Gallardo Flores

Trying to impress my brother and his Canadian friends
I told them about Tequila Don Julio and Siete Leguas.
They were talking about some Tequila Mockingbird
I thought it was one of those reserved for tourists and
ignorant throats.

I kept on telling them about my many visits to tequila factories
and battles with this precious elixir.
They all stared at me in silence, until someone began to talk again
about the Tequila Mockingbird.
It was useless trying to impress this crowd.

When the use of English was no longer needed my brother told me
about the famous tequila.

It’s not a pinche tequila but a book pendejo, he explained
they said “to kill” not tequila.

He told me it was written by some Harper Lee and how it
was a great book I should read.
Now his friends think I’m crazy, but if they named Tequila Cuervo
after a bird, the same could happen with this Mockingbird.

It will be a popular brand with the locals and tourists alike.

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