Strange to Think
After James Dickey You’re dissecting a brain. A sheep’s brain. You make a sagittal cut, halving it like an heirloom tomato. But it’s not an heirloom tomato. It’s a sheep’s brain, and it smells like science. You take the left half in your hand. You have the urge to casually toss it in the air and catch it like a… Read more →