when you enter
the mercury cafe,
you don't know
that through the curtain
to your right
lies are just barely audible
over the whir
of a cappuccino machine
that through the curtain
to your left
and downstairs,
poets are preaching the truth
to an audience
that will never understand
and upstairs,
dancers are doing the same
with their bodies.
when you enter
the mercury cafe,
you are an impostor
and you know
what every impostor knows
but you may tell
no one.
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