Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
I left my certification of self in a cab yesterday. My passport, social security card, college degree, two grad. school degrees, social work certification. Of course, nothing with my phone number on it. I've called 12 cab companies in Astoria so far. Most of them laugh. I don't exist anymore. All my paper's gone. Plus my poetry journal.