There's...

I feel like there's nothing left of me.

What in the world is going on?

This has absolutely nothing to do

with what I am like, with anything

at all that's important about me.

Don't they know that everything

in this book is just as true

of of of of my neighbor Gene

as it is of me?

Heh.

My neighbor Gene

who makes jokes

about starving children in Asia.

My neighbor Gene

who boasts

about fucking colleagues in the office

on the board room table.

Don't they know that?

One of the guards holds my arms

behind my back, the other one starts

hitting me in the face with his fists.

He hits me in the face several times,

then in the chest, then in the stomach

No one in my life has ever

hit me before.

I'm thinking about the damage

each blow might do, and a little bit

of blood is coming out of my mouth.

And there's another guard,

a woman whose face is like

a cake that's been soaked in rage.

She's standing to the side

and my cries are echoing in the cell

"No!"

"Nooo!"

And then she comes up to me

and she spits in my face.

And I'm screaming out at her

"For God's sake, what have I done

to make you feel like this?

What in the world

have I done to you?"