"73"

Back when I was getting my MFA--which isn't to imply that I ever got it--I had a job at the old Poet's House office on 72 Spring Street.  Well, not at the office, exactly.  More like in the lobby.  See, on Saturdays, the building's door would be locked, and they'd need someone to sit down there and let people inside.  I usually worked three or four hours, for $10 an hour.  And I was always late.

I'd sit at the security guard's desk and try to write poetry or draw comics.  Most of what I came up with was weird and distracted, as you can see here.  It wasn't a good time in my life.  Trivia:  The guys in animal suits, I later learned, were the Crunch gym's street team.