The Infirmary

Re-runs

6 r e - r U n s And the animals in question—four pink-eared, black-and-white laboratory rats— appeared to be dreaming about something very specific: the maze they were learning to run. ah, the young neapolitans, pink and pet furry, tails up and they’re mobiles for a nursery. When old aunt Lizzie kept her cold course, we veered left. traveling companions, a million-year nap and we both awoke mammalian, womby warm and breasty, or dragging a sacful of testes. how we scavenged, shared the same diet. Blood and marrow, gristle and grain. cheese or chocolate? We can’t get enough of each other. We eat and breathe and sleep together. it’s the dream milk, cloudy with scene and circumstance. now day in review, the second chance. tomorrow the old routine, the mazes again. Dry those red tears, old friends. sweet dreams, little sleepmates, and all the right turns— tonight we’ll run the learning curve. ...