Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Damned Fingerprints

Some days ago a new job found me getting fingerprinted as part of a background check. The officer was skeptical if my prints would work--winter dryness and rigorous hand washing left my finger pads cracked, their prints resembling a black and white satellite image of roads dissecting a landscape. Was Lady MacBeth trying to wash away chronic identity as well as acute guilt?


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