It's the closest thing to a cave. I have to resist

this wild urge to carve a name or word in it.

My favorite way to sit here is with cold vodka

& grapefruit juice & whatever bitter concoction

you're sipping. Under the table I'll nudge you

with my heels—a sign no stalactite or dripstone

will stop us. Bats do not require any energy

to claw-dangle upside down. All they need

is to relax & gravity & there's plenty of both

swirling to go around. No matter how loud

this bar, within these three walls we can drop

straight into a very electric flight. We can

pretend we don't answer to anyone—including

the waitress—& no one even knows where we are.