you feel bad, she said, because you are a thief.
my baby needed bread he said – that is not theft.
you feel bad because you know it was wrong, she said.
no, you are wrong twice, he said.
it is not wrong and I do not feel bad about it.
then why are you here, she asked.
just to get out of my cell for a few moments, he answered.
I do not feel it was wrong and I do not feel guilty.
but you told the warden that you felt bad, she said.
no, he corrected; what I said was that I felt sad –
sad that the world is half nuts
and that the half that isn’t crazy
is just downright mean…and I miss my son.