Dive Bar

Through a red door down a steep flight of stairs into a windowless cellar with sweating walls an ingénue in a smoking jacket sits atop a piano as a host of swaying women sing ‘Your Secret’s Safe with Me’ and one invites you into the privacy of a kiss – all these dark clandestine places – and you find yourself imagining a very tiny woman walking straight into her mouth through a red door down a steep flight of throat into a windowless cell with breathing walls an ingénue in a smoke jacket sits astride a piano as a host of swallowed women sing ‘Your Secret’s in a Safe,’ the barmaid shakes a custom cocktail she calls ‘A Private Kiss’– all these dark half-eaten faces – and you find yourself imagining a tiny tiny woman walking straight into her mouth through a red breath down a dark thought into a swallowed sense with shrinking walls an innuendo in stomach acid slops upon a piano as a host of silent passions mouth ‘Your Secret is Yourself’ inside the belly of the world – all these dark dissolving spaces – and you find

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