Innocence and Humility


I am arrested. I’ve done something wrong. I bring only two books by Jack Kerouac into the institution

as I walk through the sliding metal doors. I find a gymnasium, as if an indoor courtyard with surveillance cameras and lights at every corner.       I hold up a sign; Come show your innocence, otherwise it’s only the lions and gutters for blood – me in my high-tops waving goodbye.


I am wheeled into a Strangeloveian  operating theatre, but  only for an x-ray of my spine to check on the progress of my ankylosing spondylitis. Later, in the doctor’s office he shows me the x-ray, saying – “see the shadow here? That’s where the hubris is coming in,” pointing with his pen.






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