Reading Between Graffiti

On a toilet wall the graffiti’s bleak—

‘FUCK A STRANGER TONIGHT’

Reads a message not there last week.

Other slogans, names and boasts

Seem jaded compared with this

Advice scrawled by Anonymous.

But the graffiti evokes an image of the crowd,

The lost, androgynous animal

That does not die but daily swells,

That longs for kindness then reveals

A different nature on toilet walls.

Yet let’s give its authors credit enough

To understand how the night

Breeds in its drunken scribblers

Things wrongly written that are right.