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uncuffed Janet Kuypers 3/12/15 when i was arrested they put handcuffs     a little too tight around my wrists behind my back. they put me in the back of their squad car, took me to their headquarters, a little building you can only get to through the off ramp of the expressway. they sat me down, uncuffed one hand, cuffed the other to the bench. tried to charm them so i might get off easy. looking back, i thought it was nothing like the holding cells on the Enterprise, where prisoners are escorted and not handcuffed they’re escorted to a room all their own, with a force field for a wall. well, I must have sweet talked them, i didn’t go to jail — but i imagine prisons aren’t as roomy or as clean as they are on a star ship like the Enterprise. and prison bars just aren’t the same as a force field. # it would have been nice to touch a force field, see what it felt like. did it hurt. it probably would, and would hurt more than those handcuffs. # I know I have a Dali lithograph, a cooler one than Kivas Fajo’s, but I didn’t steal it like he did, before he stole Data, before he was caught. he thought of that holding cell as an exhibit where anyone could walk by and observe him, like the priceless things we all like to keep and show off. we all want to be the one with the most toys, don’t we. but no matter what century you live in, no matter what fantasy world you live in, getting caught is never an option. you’ll only want to be free from that force field or hope your time will come and you’ll be uncuffed.

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