My brain was photographed at the hospital
The doctor burst through the door with a folder,
telling the nurse behind him, “No, that’s impossible!”
I sit up all attentive. The nurse eyes me with the fastest glance.
The doctor, Dr. Barron, he’s light-skinned, black, adorned with the freckles of Morgan Freeman.
“Sir,” he says as he flips through the packet of pictures, “how can you be living?”
He goes on to tell me he has seen nothing like it and hands me the photos.
His mouth is agape as he looks at the last one. He hands me the photo – and it is a shocker. My brain is missing!
“Where is my brain,” I ask.