High Traffic
A highly trafficked public toilet:
Leftover excrement,
tissues of tears.
Hiding from an ex,
or meeting a perfect stranger.
Throwing up nerves of steel,
collecting hand sanitizer.
Making it just one more hour,
writing initials all over the stall.
The last moment of the night,
looking at the next event flyer
under the hand dryer smiling.
Phone numbers,
hearts, and bragging rights.
This venue has changed names,
the bathroom stayed the same.
Oh the stories it would tell.
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