Sentimental imaging

From the LabLit science poetry series

Rivka Isaacson 13 May 2007

She went in his experiment,
she let him pick her brain.
She asked him what he found there
and he said, “Let me explain:
Best kept open while in use,
your mind is an umbrella;
the motor skills to hold it up
are largely cerebellar.
In one eye and out the other,
through a lobe that’s occipital,
see me as more than a bloke
who works inside a hospital.
Your prefrontal cortex offers
you higher cognitive function;
Part of your parietal lobe,
might favour our conjunction.
In short your neural circuitry
suggests that there’s a chance
you’re up for having lunch with me.”

He threw a sidelong glance
at her variegated mental scan;
he had her brain displayed:
glorious technicolour blobs
predict the choice she’d made.

She said she felt absurdly flattered
and admired his central nerve,
and was not at all offended,
didn’t think he was a perv,
said her man would not be pleased
if she left him cuckolded
for one brighter, more connections,
turn in his grave if he were dead.

You really ought to wear a ring
accepting his mistake he said,
bestowed a T-shirt, much too big
which she would only wear in bed,
slogan hidden from the world:
I’ve had my brain scanned, have you?
Are you of sound mind?
Call 0800 triple 42.

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