Snapping windshield wipers down on leaflets of a political nature before dawn, "Is this any work for a distinguished writer?" I ask myself. Then reply to myself, "You're not distinguished. You're not even human! And you are writing."

Alarmed red
on dash-
boards blinking.

As sky brightens, sweat skis down my back, a police cruiser pulls to the curb. The officer says that the evaluation of the evidence has been one of steady retreat from confidence to uncertainty. For example, J. Maringer, who confidently declared in 1952 that the practice of sacrificing the head, skull and long bones of animals survived from the earliest times right up to the Upper Paleolithic retreated by 1968 to declaring that I'm violating a city ordinance. Adding, "You're a strange-looking man."


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