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?
Elizabeth de Moya lives near San Diego, CA. She volunteers for the birds, and she works at the zoo. She is going back to school to study pre veterinary medicine. She has a BA in Linguistics from UC Berkeley.