after Lindsay Young
I think of myself
as the Philippian Jailer
in The Book of Acts.
No, I don’t think of myself as a part of the machine
of an incarceration system.
(I want no part of it)
Let’s try this again.
I think of the Philippian jailer
as what Javert’s story could have been
in Les Mís
(if the creators let him live).
Camaraderie with a good-hearted person facing prison.
Seeing his failure not as a failure or “the end.”
There is a light in these cavernous tunnels of ours.
Screw the end of it, because there’s no “end” we have to get to.
Let’s try this again.
I think of myself
as the Philippian jailer
because instead of choosing the darkness, he chose the light I want to choose.