reading the psalms in a police cell
The Bible they give me in custody is the KJV. The page for Psalm 22 has been ripped out, close to the spine, so neat you can hardly notice it. It skips from the first two lines — ‘My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent’ — and picks up again at Psalm 24. I feel a great surge of tenderness for whoever did it. I wonder what they did with it. I imagine them eating it.