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Anti-Ode to the Third Toilet From the End in the Elephant Bar Bathroom
By Victoria Lynne McCoy We were there for my birthday dinner, but youwere the main event. I prepared to kneel before youlike ritual, there in the vaguely safari-themedsuburban chain. The anonymity of Anytown I neededwith the false promise of adventureI craved. You were a confession I bore in secretso no one could take the cold…