Bar Poetry

I stab the lime with my cocktail straw

And breathe deep

As we strain for bits of conversation

Amidst the pits and bellows of the bass

Which pools all around us.

My ***** is a jungle

That you are not brave enough to explore

That was not a gift

It was a symbol

But you don’t get it

Do you?

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Elizabeth de Moya has a BA in Linguistics from UC Berkeley. She has contributed to DJ Mag, DJ TechTools, LA Weekly and Thump (Vice). Check out the new women's street fashion and music blog for people that love EDM and music festivals: sluttyravercostumes.com!

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