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The Iowa Review - - CONTENTS - Melissa Bar­rett

The brain named Leif Erik­son and Ver­i­zon. Named our dog After after “after,” my fa­vorite prepo­si­tion. The brain named loon­ers, noon­ers, and eu­phemisms. Brought an al dente noo­dle to the spaghetti house. The brain in­vented paint by num­bers with Bob Ross and painted num­bers on wooden cubes and a wood of painted bark. It in­vented acronyms and con­trac­tions. DTF at two o’clock. The brain in­vented mea­sure­ments for pre­cise time­keep­ing and the idea that time is a so­cial con­struct. The brain thinks a thought and thinks about think­ing. You don’t get much more meta than a fruit salad served from a wa­ter­melon bas­ket. The brain wrote the heav­en­tree of stars hung with hu­mid night­blue fruit. The brain traced lines from stars and starred the best lines from books. The brain wrote books and turned some into props, like the hol­lowed-out Bi­ble that held al­co­hol in The Simp­sons. The other Homer spoke his books and hol­lowed out a horse. The brain named Zima, Zafiro Añejo, He­len, and the hip­pocam­pus, which comes in the shape of a sea­horse. The brain in­vented com­par­i­son. The brain in­vented cram­ming. The brain in­vented irony. Imag­ine all the med stu­dents try­ing to com­mit the func­tions of the hip­pocam­pus to mem­ory.

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