I will show up early and leave late
Bring tequila, grapefruits, limes, a bag of ice
Dance and sing and smile til everything hurts
In exchange all I want is
the music inside me
Turn it all the way up
As I take the speaker into my hands
Hold the beat to my ribs, my diaphragm,
Vibrating the pain
Strumming my pelvic floor
holding me together
A stroke of luck to be here
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