by Ruby Brunton

Last weekend, I felt a surge of adventure and inscribed the words “notes for a song” hastily on the door of a bathroom stall in a bar I was patronizing. Total self promotion. I was going to do it again elsewhere, but then suddenly felt embarrassed and so, there is only one marked toilet door in Melbourne.

If you, dear readers, can tell me the name of the bar where this shameless act occurred, I will make up for my defacement of public property and send you an original work. Your choice – poem or prose.