I watched the back gate
Checking IDs
Watching for people
Who drank too much
This guy walked up to me
“So, you’re like
The backdoor bouncer, heh heh”
I stared at him
“Get it? Cuz it’s a gay bar
Backdoor, heh heh”
I stared at him
“Cool, I’m gonna go”
“That’s a good idea”
Another night
Watching the front door
Checking IDs
Watching for drunks
A woman tries to open the door
She knocks on the window
“Are you open”
I make a gesture
For her to pull the door
She looks at a friend
“I don’t think they’re open”
I walk over and push
With one finger on the window
And walk outside
“The handle stays locked
You just have to pull”
“But when you open a door
You turn the handle”
“And you pull”
“Oh, well I guess
I forgot that part”
Some people are stupid
Before the alcohol
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 